You have suggested many times that we pray for dreams and visions. When I was a child and young adult I would have dreams in which God would direct me and has many times used dreams to keep me from harm.  I became increasingly hesitant to share these dreams because the secular world labels this as "psychic."  The dreams or my willingness to heed them "fell away."  As you have suggested we do, I recently prayed that they return.  I am hoping to share one with you that I had last night.  (Our old Babylonish associations caused us to ignore God's warnings in many ways, like this dream points out.)

I was sitting on an enclosed porch attached to the front of the house.  (This represents the future or what is in front of the Babylonish house of God. This dream is not a rebuke toward you but God used you to give instruction and warning to His people to be sanctified from Babylon.)  It had a ceiling and walls, but an opening at the top that circled the porch.  If you looked along the edge you could see a portion of the sky in either direction.  (Only a small heavenly view can be seen from that house.)  I noticed a flock of birds fly over and I turned my head from side to side, to see as much of them as I could through the small opening, as they passed over.  About a minute later, a larger flock flew over.  This time I knocked on the window of the house and called for my family to come out and see this large flock of birds.  One niece stuck her head out and looked, then went back inside.  Then a larger flock flew over, and then another, and another.  The sky became filled with birds and the light outside would fade in and out; then I realized that there were so many birds in the sky that they were blotting out the sun.  I knocked louder and more often on the wall for my family to come out, but no one would respond. (The elect will call out with intensity for their brethren to heed God's warnings and come out from among them.)  

Then the birds began to fly lower and they appeared to be fighting among themselves and birds began to drop onto the roof of the porch.  I thought they must be fighting for even the space to move their wings, as there were so many of them.  ("Woe unto them that join house to house")  The more they fought and the more killing I sensed, the more nervous I became.  (The unclean demons of Babylonish religion will gather them together as they spiritually die and lose their spiritual position in "the heaven" and fall to earth, which will bring warfare and death on earth.  {Rev.18:2} And he cried with a mighty voice, saying, Fallen, fallen is Babylon the great, and is become a habitation of demons, and a hold (Greek: prison) of every unclean spirit, and a hold of every unclean and hateful bird. {3} For by the wine of the wrath of her fornication all the nations are fallen...  {13:6} And he (the beast) opened his mouth for blasphemies against God, to blaspheme his name, and his tabernacle, [even] them that dwell in the heaven. {7} And it was given unto him to make war with the saints, and to overcome them: and there was given to him authority over every tribe and people and tongue and nation. {8} And all that dwell on the earth shall worship him, [every one] whose name hath not been written from the foundation of the world in the book of life of the Lamb that hath been slain.)

Then the hair began to stand up on my neck and the atmosphere was electric with the evil.  My skin began to crawl and I opened the door and moved inside, as I could not take it any longer.  Just as I turned to close the door, I noticed two men standing on the porch.  (The two corporate witnesses whose job it is to call the elect out from among them.) They had obviously come in out of the storm of birds.  Their body language and expressions showed regret, as if to say they had just missed me.  I thought, surely they know it's not too late.  (They were disappointed that through fear you were going into that Babylonish house for shelter.)

I opened the door and asked them in.  Three of my family members were there, and their expressions became immediately suspicious and angry.  (Daniel Potvin just told me in his Dream of Two Witnesses, "And then I heard from God that Jezebel hates men who have the anointing of Elijah and Moses."

I looked at the strangers and saw kind, gentle men that I felt completely at ease with.  (Though ferocious towards the enemies of God's people, the witnesses will be gentle towards the elect.)  I asked them to sit down and said I would get them a cup of coffee.  I went to the coffee pot and it was empty.  I noticed the coffee pot was different from the one I knew, and as I started to make coffee everything was in a different place than I remembered.  I couldn't even make a pot of coffee without asking a dozen questions.  While I was making coffee, my mother received a phone call. She said it was my brother saying he had "been caught in this, and not to worry because some kind people had taken him in and fed him breakfast and he would be safe until this was over."  I looked at the stove and noticed that breakfast was cooked and ready here too, but no one was offering them anything or trying to make them welcome except me and I wasn't even able to make a pot of coffee. (The witnesses will have no affinity for the pre-cooked king's dainties of Babylon and they will know it.  The elect's meals are prepared by Jesus, "The wisdom of God," and the simple minded scoffers in our spiritual family will not partake of it. {Pr.9:1} Wisdom hath builded her house; She hath hewn out her seven pillars: {2} She hath killed her beasts; She hath mingled her wine; She hath also furnished her table: {3} She hath sent forth her maidens; She crieth upon the highest places of the city: {4} Whoso is simple, let him turn in hither: As for him that is void of understanding, she saith to him, {5} Come, eat ye of my bread (The Word), And drink of the wine (The life of Christ) which I have mingled. {6} Leave off, ye simple ones, and live; And walk in the way of understanding. {7} He that correcteth a scoffer getteth to himself reviling; And he that reproveth a wicked man [getteth] himself a blot. {8} Reprove not a scoffer, lest he hate thee: Reprove a wise man, and he will love thee. 

It was then that I realized this was not my house.  It was my parents' house and I hadn't lived here in a very long time. We are told that in order to be beautiful to the Lord we must forget the house of mother and father, which is Babylonish harlot that we were first born in and their leaders. (Isa.45:10; Est.2:7, 13 - Ex.23:19; Isa.1:21, 4:1) 

I realized I wouldn't be able to make anyone welcome here except through my personal response to them.  So, I turned from the coffee pot and focused on the strangers.  They were staring at me and smiling; they were both very calm and appeared to have been waiting for me to give them my attention.  (Like Paul, they do all things for the elect’s sake.)  They looked very much alike: same hair, same clothes, same expression, same calm spirit, almost twins but not quite.  (They are brothers, born of one Father.)  They kept eye contact and when I calmed I could hear them speaking to me, without words. (They only spoke with the Spirit's Words and not man's.)  They had not come in from the storm for refuge.  They had seen me on the porch and saw that I was afraid and had come to reassure me.  I had been overcome by fear and moved into the house an instant before noticing them.  They didn't come into the house for breakfast, coffee, or to escape the storm.  (They wanted neither the spiritual food prepared in Babylon nor needed the protection of that place.)  They had come inside only for me.  (They would not enter that place except to save the elect among them.)  It didn't matter that my other family members were mistreating them.  They had come inside to reassure me that I was safe out there.  (We will have work to do under God's protection while the Babylonians hide for fear.)

I have a degree in health sciences and I don't know if it was my scientific mind trying to make sense of this, but as I began to wake up, these were the last thoughts of my dream.