Well, sometimes God has to really whack you over the head to get you to see something….

And that’s what just happened to me.

I think it must be so important because I need to share it with you and get it out there.

I meant to post this a month ago, but got sidetracked and then lost track of it.

A little sneak peak into how things work around here, every so often there is a “slow news day” but not too often.  Probably less than one day a month.  Every other day I am loaded up with so many things I want to cover and I can’t ever get to all of them.  I would estimate that every day there are probably 10-20 additional stories I would love to cover, but I just run out of time.

And this was one of those times.

First, let me give you some quick history.

You might remember Dana Coverstone from 2020.

If not, get ready for a wild ride!

Dana is a pastor of a small, small church who one day posted his prophetic dream online in early 2020.

It was all about the coming election and saying Trump would not win.

There was way more to it than that, and I will post a full recap of those early dreams down below at the end of this article if you missed them or want to check them back out.

But there was so much in there that it captivated the world’s attention and suddenly his video started getting millions of views.

And then it started actually happening the way Dana said.

Ok, so that’s the history.

From there, he posted other prophetic dreams he had, including one of Kamala Harris driving a conestoga wagon and being chased by Hillary Clinton.

You have to understand something….this was originally posted August 20, 2020, over four years ago!

Now people are going back and listening to it and they’re saying “this sounds as though it’s playing out verbatim right now in 2024”.

You might recognize this guy, he goes by the name “Last Days” on YouTube and his name is Brandon Biggs.  He’s the guy who prophesied that President Trump would be shot in the right ear….3 months before it happened.

He put out this video a month ago saying the Lord told him to tell all of us to go listen to the Dana Coverstone wagon dream from 2020.

Here is him explaining why:

So that was a month ago, and after watching that I went back and found the Dana Coverstone video, watched it, was blown away because they’re right — it is playing out perfectly for 2024 and stunningly so — and then after all of that I got distracted and never wrote this article.

Enter “AT”, a reader whose name I will keep confidential but she just emailed me this:

Your article about Hillary Clinton being president made me remember this video and send it to you. I’m not sure if you are familiar with Dana Coverstone. He does not call himself a prophet. He is a dreamer. And many of his dreams have come true or are looking like they may come true during this upcoming election season.

She was responding to this article I just wrote yesterday, and oh my does this all start to tie together!

Is This The October Surprise?

Any guesses as to the video she sent me?

You guessed it...the Dana Coverstone conestoga wagon dream from 2020!

Thank you so much AT for bringing this back to my attention and for playing such an important role in getting this message out to our 5 million monthly readers!  You may not know it, but I think you have some prophetic giftings of your own!

So now let's get right to the main event.

The Dana Coverstone Kamala Harris, Hillary Clinton conestoga wagon dream:

https://youtu.be/BOAAEds_lgE?si=RQgXB32nl-0SgtLF

Backup here:

One more backup here:

Dana Coverstone -- conestoga wagon dream

Hillary Clinton
Kamala Harris
Donald Trump

Originally given 8/25/2020

Given for 2024? pic.twitter.com/3R8QnF5nQh

— DailyNoah.com (@DailyNoahNews) September 13, 2024

Full transcript here:

And, uh, I want to show you just a few more dreams that I've had. I had a dream last Monday night. I sent it off to a friend who'd actually looked at the very first ones I had. Uh, he works with, uh, dream interpretation. I appreciate his insight. So, I waited on this first one because there were some things in it that were concerning to me.

Then I had a dream Friday. I had a dream last night. I believe the dreams I'm having sometimes are metaphorical, and others—some of these things—are literal, and I'm seeing them happen, just like I saw with a coin shortage. We're seeing the spike in suicides; we're seeing some religious leaders come under attack because of things that they've allowed to be in their lives.

So, what I'm going to start doing from now on is I'm just going to type them out. I'm going to read through them, and, uh, you can do with them what you will. I'm not trying to cause a scene or a problem. I'm not trying to gain notoriety. I'm not trying to just keep having dreams. But I'll be honest, if I had my way, I'd really rather not have another dream because of all the stuff it causes and how it changes people's attitudes and opinions toward me.

But, um, I believe God is shifting who I am as a pastor—not into a prophet at all. I still do not consider myself a prophet. I believe I'm a watchman. And the watchmen on the wall say, "Hey, folks, there are troops coming this way. They're bringing the artillery this way. Heavy movement coming," you know? So that's kind of how I feel that I am right now.

I'm still in uncharted territory, still trying to figure it out, because these things weigh heavy on me. So, I'm just going to read what I've had and share with you. And I'm reading it so I don't add into it. There are a lot of accusations about why I'm doing this or that, and I don't want to also interpret things as well. I'm just going to tell you what I saw in the dreams.

Monday night, August the 17th, I dreamt I saw a calendar month in November. It was bent; it was torn; it was dirty. I saw trees in the background that were leafless, but there were a few trees that still had a scarce amount of leaves on them. The leaves that were still in those trees had turned like it was about to rain. The sky was a dull gray with extreme cloud cover. I hardly ever see sunny skies in these dreams; that's one thing I know for sure.

I saw that finger appear, and it circled November 3rd continuously in a clockwise direction, and then suddenly it changed to counterclockwise. Then these images began to appear. I saw cities on fire, which was nothing new. I saw headlines that read "Trump Victory Challenged Everywhere." It was on digital marquees, like in New York, Times Square, places like that. There were protesters in the streets. They were weary and asleep, and they appeared dirty and dingy like they had not slept or showered in weeks.

And this bell rang, and suddenly these people came to life. They woke up and started salivating like a dog in a Pavlov's dog situation—big buckets of saliva, and it seemed to stain their shirts. I saw people screaming and getting violent over the election results to the point where people were firing weapons randomly into the air and the sky. People were angry; people were mad.

I saw a person with a sign that said, "The obvious winner is not so obvious," like a placard. You know, like those signs that say, "The world's about to end. God is coming. Get ready." This sign said, "The obvious winner is not so obvious." He held his head in shame, but the crowd was in a frenzy of hatred. They were even hitting each other with their signs, their banners, and their wrath.

I saw more cities with pillars of smoke over them, like wildfire storms in California right now. I saw crumbled and burned-out buildings in Washington, D.C.—not monuments, but businesses and commercial real estate. Headlines declared that rebuilding would take time, and trust would take even longer. Government could not do it in a timely fashion.

And that's when I saw a treasury official who's in the Treasury Department right now wink, almost as if he was looking at a camera on TV. Big smile, open mouth, wink with his right eye, and held it closed, kind of like a sarcastic type of thing.

Then I saw a Conestoga wagon—think "Little House on the Prairie"—and Kamala Harris was driving that wagon. It was led by two mules. Joe Biden was not sitting with Kamala Harris; Joe Biden was riding on one of the mules on the left, on the far left, so to speak. On the side was a mechanical box that would trigger dynamite, like you would see in the Wile E. Coyote movies or cartoons where they push down, and it blows up. It was in an upright position, though, like the trigger.

Then the wind started blowing the wagon covering back and revealed several cases of what I would consider to be Civil War-type cases of dynamite from the era of the late 1800s—1860s, 1870s. Most of it was in cases stamped "Dynamite." There were some loose ones in an open wicker basket, which didn't fit the timeline, but it was there. Harris began to whip the mules, and with the whip, she was hitting Joe Biden as well, but Biden had no idea he was being whipped. He was not aware of what was happening. The mules started moving and picking up speed; they were headed toward a target.

And this is where I saw Hillary Clinton standing behind President Trump. President Trump was on his knees, and she was wearing a Wilma Flintstone dress. There were patches where it had not been finished yet—it wasn't seamed up, it wasn't sealed up, the collar wasn't on. There were little strings just hanging all over the place. It wasn't finished; it wasn't actually ready to be worn, I guess, for prime time or whatever. What she was doing, it was very ugly. She had this gaudy ring on her index finger that looked like it had blood on it. She had a skeleton key hanging from her neck, and it was dangling.

She had Donald Trump—he was on his knees—and she had a Roman gladius knife to the left side of his throat, holding his head back like that. The skeleton key was dangling in front of his face. The skeleton key looked like it had blood and black mold all over it, and where it leaned down and was banging against the front of her shirt, it looked like it left a Nazi symbol. The storm troopers, the Nazi SS, had almost like the lightning signal, the lightning strike—the double pane of lightning—that's what it looked like on the front of her shirt. I'm not saying she's a Nazi; I'm just saying that symbol was on her shirt. It was tainted, stained, black, red, ugly, gaudy.

And the wagon started picking up speed. They're headed toward this—Hillary Clinton's holding Donald Trump, and her face was giddy. But next to her leg, there was an animal trap, a large bear trap. Suddenly, Trump grabs the key and pulls it down like this—he grabbed it with his left hand—when she came down and brought his right hand up and hit her in the face, in the chin. When he did that, she dropped the knife, and she stepped back. The president began to run off quickly.

Well, then she steps into the trap. She's trying to get out, and she's trying to pick up the knife, but she can't lean over; she can't get the trap. She can't reach the knife. As the president runs, he's running towards the Beast, which is the car he's usually in. I hear three gunshots. They're handgun shots; this is not a shotgun or a rifle; this is a handgun shot. I hear three shots fired. There's one shot, then another, then another.

But as Trump is running to the Beast, a Secret Service agent jumps in front and gets one of the bullets and then rolls to the ground. Trump keeps running. The second shot's fired; another Secret Service agent jumps in front of Trump and takes the shot and hits the ground. Then the third Secret Service agent jumps in front of the third bullet that comes at him, and then he gets into the Beast.

At that moment, what I saw was the Secret Service agents were around the Beast, but instead of modern traditional AR-15s or guns, they had muskets. But the other thing I noticed in the dream was that none of them were wearing glasses. Most Secret Service agents that I've always seen have always had sunglasses. In the dream, they're all standing around the car, looking out with the muskets like this—nobody has it like this. They've got the muskets up, and they're watching and looking around. They're surrounding the car, looking out from the car. The car is moving slowly, and they're moving with the car.

So, those are the things I'm seeing now. Hillary tried to pull her leg away; she couldn't. And finally, the wagon struck her. It was just a huge explosion, and in the explosion, it threw the carcasses of the mules up on top of the building rubble. The smoke was coming off like they'd been grilled or something. Biden was laying face down in the middle of the street, with wheel tracks over the back of him. There was a vulture sitting on his head. I'm not trying to make fun; I'm not trying to disrespect anyone in political leadership at this moment. Those that know me know how I feel about certain people in leadership, but I still pray for these people.

Harris was crying in disbelief, and her tears looked like they were the size of quarters. It was almost like she was crying quarters. The tears were as big as quarters, and it appeared like they were, indeed, quarters coming out of her eyes. There was a huge hole in the ground, and buildings were collapsed.

And then I saw the church. There was a separation line. There was no middle ground left as the sides, literally—I guess in the dream, at this time of the dream, sides had been taken. There was fire on the altars in churches around the nation, and the fire moved on the heads of people who had been praying. And above the heads of many people in the church, I saw an actual question mark symbol above their heads. They appeared confused by what they were seeing in the world and the church. And I heard a voice say, "Those who refuse to get ready will be wanting in the end. So, brace yourself and tell others that I have warned them to brace themselves, for they are about to see even more shocking things."

I'm thinking of Habakkuk there, a passage that I preached from in the last several weeks. Friday night, August 21st, I simply saw the white figure appear, raised a finger to the sky, and he said, "Ready or not, nation, here it comes. Brace yourself." Just a rather quick and simple play on hide-and-seek, I guess.

And last night, Monday, August 24th, I saw a calendar. It was turning to the month of November, with shadows flickering all over it. I saw this light in the sky, a big light—a very large, bright light—and then darkness. Then, I began to make out that it was morning. The night was going away, and the fog and haze were drifting away. I saw many Americans in what looked like an emergency shelter. I'm not sure, but it seemed to me it was more along the Gulf Coast area.

These people were huddled together, and they were shivering. There were individuals laying on cots, and there were suitcases all over the place and a lot of desperate looks on the faces of most everyone. There were encouragers in the crowd, though. They were all wearing crosses, and they stood out emotionally from everyone else because they seemed to have hope. They had smiles on their faces; everybody else was just downtrodden and in despair—angry, frustrated, confused. They were checking on people; they were trying to show patience and kindness, but at times, they were met with anger and told to go away. But the encouragers just kept doing what they were doing in spite of the manifested upset of several in the shelters.

I saw businesses that were shattered in the bigger cities. I saw gas stations that looked like people had just walked away from them. I saw headlines, and one read, "Shock and Awe in the U.S.," and another read, "U.N. Steps in to Help Host Nation." The nation was quiet. There wasn't war or riots or people fighting or screaming or yelling. The nation was quiet, almost like it had not awakened from a bad dream yet. That's what I was sensing. The nation was fitful; it was suspicious; it was leery. I saw people just quietly looking around and taking everything in with their eyes—hesitant, like they were expecting something to happen. The sun was shining behind the clouds, but it was not out yet.

Then the white figure appeared again, and he said, "Remain braced, as this calm comes before a gathering storm that recovery will have a hard time finding. Remain braced, as this calm comes before a gathering storm that recovery will have a hard time finding."

I'm just sharing what I'm seeing. I know I wasn't supposed to share the one dream last week. I think maybe for the peace I had last night, I get glimpses from time to time, but this one, no one else—I'm feeling...I'm not trying to...I'm trying to be obedient, that's it. I'm just trying to be obedient. So you do with these what you want. I have some understanding of what they mean. I've asked others to look at them and pray about them too.

But, uh, I believe the Lord's coming back soon. He needs the church to be ready. He's trying to wake America up. He's trying to wake the church up. And there's not much more time for us to wake up.

Here is a little more discussion around the dream and digging into it:

And now let me leave you with Dana Coverstone's original 3 dreams that started all of this back in 2020.

Perhaps it's not just just the conestoga wagon dream playing out right now, maybe it's all of them?

See what you think -- I originally published this on July 5, 2020:

Pastor Dana Coverstone Posts “Three Prophetic Dreams” with Traumatic Future of November, Sees Trump Missing

Ok, warning in advance….for those of you who don't like articles of prophecy and prophecies, feel free to leave now!

Seriously, you don't have to stay.

You don't have to keep reading.

But a reader sent this video to me and I was captivated by it.

And it already has almost a MILLION views, so I think we'd better talk about it.

This Pastor from Kentucky who seems like a really good guy, a genuine guy, posted this video describing three prophetic dreams he had recently and let's just say the immediate future is NOT good.

Now here's the deal….

This is also in line with what some other prophets have been posting.

Is that still to come?

That would line up with what Pastor Dana is saying.

And here's the thing I found most concerning about his dreams and visions…..he specifically says it was November and D.C. was on fire (with Russian and Chinese soldiers present) and President Trump was no where to be found.

That chills me to the bone.

Has he been assassinated?

Folks, I post this article and give you this video to say this is a CALL TO PRAYER!

Just like the prayers of the Ninevites changed the prophecy Jonah gave them, so too for us?

PRAY PRAY PRAY!

Tell all your family and all your friends to pray!

The time is urgent.

Ok, please watch and see what you think for yourself: