Trump, Musk and me (My 12th Trump dream)

I dreamed that I was being allowed into a house that was ‘secretly’ being used for recording news broadcasts.  Its real purpose, along with the important people in the house, were camouflaged by being in a nice neighborhood where houses had plenty of grounds between them.  People didn’t seem to be aware of the significance of this house with a ‘secret’ purpose.

I was being allowed in this house to share my previous Trump/Musk dream with Trump and Musk personally.  It actually felt like this current dream was me retelling the older dream in real life.  I was beginning to see the older dream have a greater fulfillment in this current dream.

It felt like President Trump was actually the one at the door of the house, letting me in. He was super tall, perhaps taller than in real life.  He was wearing his black trench coat, and was acting a bit like an oversized secret service agent.    I saw mostly his back as he held the door open for me.  He was gesturing for me to go into the large room.  Later in the dream, I see him seated as he listens to my ‘older’ dream.

I brought my current dream notebook for 2024/2025.  Everyone was waiting patiently for me to find the dream about Trump and Musk being at a place called ‘Liberty’ for the Rescue Operation.  I was trying to hurry and find it, so I wouldn’t keep them waiting, but, feeling hurried, I flipped through by dream notebook too quickly and I kept not finding the old dream.  It felt like this meeting had been planned very quickly and I hadn’t had time to prepare in the usual way.

I did find where I had made sketches of beautiful horses throughout my dream notebook.  The sketches took up full pages, or even double pages here and there, throughout my written dreams.  But I still hadn’t found the correct dream to share.  (I AM an artist, but I don’t draw in my dream notebooks.)

I asked, “Are there news people here to record this?”  I hadn’t anticipated that, but there were cameras and camera men and microphones.  They said, “Yes.”

Then I paged through an oversized coffee table book with a gorgeous black and white illustration of three majestic horses’ heads, all in different poses, with their long manes elegantly flowing as they tossed their heads.  At first, the people in the room and I thought that I had drawn these beautiful horses’ heads and necks in the coffee table book.  But then I realized I had not drawn them; they were already printed in that large book.

Finally, after much searching, I found the older ‘Trump/Musk at Liberty’ dream.  I was ready to share it.  For some reason, it had a lot of words and phrases underlined in red ink, like you might underline in a Bible.  That was my first impression when I found the dream, that the physical appearance looked like the Bible.  Even the words looked typed and not hand written.  It was my only dream that I had done that with.  (I’ve never actually done that in real life.)

The chairs in the large, sparsely-furnished room were kind of far apart from each other.  The room had a low ceiling.  Trump and some important people were sitting in chairs.

As I was sharing my dream with Trump and Musk and a few others who were seated, Musk was on the floor, moving steadily in a sitting position.  He reminded me of a teenager in his build, not as big as he is now.  He was actually moved by the dream.  It was resonating with him, and he was getting happy and joyful on the floor.  I could tell he was getting drawn to salvation (he was in the process of getting saved), but he wasn’t saved yet, just moving steadily in that direction.

As I was sharing my dream, I noticed a baby in the room on a table or spacious wooden ledge above a couch.  Then I noticed a wide gap of about two feet between the ledge/table and the couch.  I knew the baby could fall through and it was a long, long drop; long enough, I felt, to be life threatening for the baby if it fell through.

Robyn (or one of my other daughters-in-law, possibly Blanca) was watching the baby along with one or both of Robyn’s twins (now 17 years old).  I was stroking the baby under its chin.  The baby had seated itself right above the top of the couch or on the edge of the ledge where it could easily fall through that gap.  I was concerned, but did I take action?  I think I had just noticed the danger. I don’t believe I had finished telling my dream.  Elon wasn’t done getting saved.  He was still in the process.  He was very intrigued by the truth and the prophetic nature of the dream I had been sharing.

Had I stopped sharing to make sure the baby was OK?  It felt like Robyn and the twins weren’t aware of the true danger for the baby, so I had to see about it.  But was I doing any better at paying attention to the plight of the baby?  Everyone in the room, Trump, Musk, news people, and others, was still waiting for me to finish sharing my dream.

Note:  I don’t believe the horses I drew in the dream notebook represent the strength of the flesh in this dream.  I believe they are the spiritual horses of Israel such as described when Elijah was taken to Heaven.  The morning before my dream, Pastor Terry had preached on the Elisha anointing and seeing those spiritual horses.  The horses in my dream notebook were rendered in black and white pencil.

This makes me wonder if the three beautifully drawn black and white horses’ heads, which were in glorious motion with manes flying, already printed in the coffee table book, represent the three branches of government now infused with spiritual, godly elements, and coming to life as in olden time (hence the black and white.

I wonder this because one of our sons had a dream in which he saw three eagle heads representing the three branches of government.  The eagle is America’s symbol, so the three eagle heads were the three branches of our government.  In our son’s dream, two of the eagles, including the one representing the Presidency, had been shot and had fallen over. (Our last four years under B____, a non-president and the corrupt congress).

Is America now being governed by a true three-branch government that is infused with the spiritual component of Israel and its former godliness?

Because of this dream, I am also beginning to wonder if the three branches of our government, as designed by the framers of our Constitution represent how the Father, Son and Holy Spirit work together; as a Trinity, but One.  Did they use that as a template?