When I was a teen (mid to late 60's), before there was CNN, mini series, or cable - I had a mini series type dream that was terrible and frightening. And I thought it had been sent by God (still do). I would wake up, scared and thank God it was just a dream, and then I would fall back asleep - right into the same dream. Initially it was about bad weather, earthquakes, hurricanes, tornadoes - at one point I was in a bad storm where bunches of people were caught in it - hurt and dying. Then people were looting and shooting at each other with handguns and rifles. Somehow, I got home - not actually my house but a room where the only furniture was a small white color TV. (color TV's were not small at all then) and two chairs. My mother and I were watching to see what was going on with the weather. (back then you had TV antenna's and 4 stations - abc, cbs, nbc and pbs.). Suddenly, a news reporter was interviewing the devil. He was grey (like singed feathers) and two eyes like black abysses. The reporter was acting like they were interviewing a human being and it was upsetting to me - made no sense - and I was scared. I got up to change the channel (no remotes then). And unlike TV at the time, reception was clear and there were many, many channels. They all showed the same "devil". I scrabbled awake again and when I fell asleep, it was the same dream. While all this chaos and evil was going on, I decided to take a vacation (don't you hate when you do stupid things in dreams?). I decided to go to an island? (Rhode Island, NYC? dunno). I don't know how I got there but all of a sudden, the stars and sun went out. There was no power. At the beginning, a man helped me to get some ways towards back home. The car was white with a blue interior but the car gave out and I had no choice but to walk the rest of the way home alone in this grey miasma. At short intervals there were these giants who looked like Prince Valiant, chin length black hair, white togas that went to the knee, with gold breast plates, and gold sandals that strapped to the knee. There were great groups of people surrounding these figures and in the dream I heard the word chastisement. The figures were chastising the people. There were screams, moanings, and shrill shrieks. I knew I was just as guilty as they so I decided to try and avoid these figures, going around them, crawling thru mud and ditches. It took days and days. The grey helped the hiding. Finally, I reached the back way home thru the old high school. There was a giant there in the football field, chastising. The way I needed to go was all open ground. I followed the creek and foliage until I was past the figure and was on open ground when the sun came back. I looked back and the giant and I were staring at each other. "Uh oh" I thought. But he nodded and went back to his work. By the time I got back to my house the stars were out and the air was clear, fresh and clean. I was pondering why the giant let me go. I heard the word "chosen" ( hey I didn't write the dream script lol- that I know of). So I echoed the word, "Chosen" and the stars blinked as if to confirm. The End. I don't think I have conveyed the terror of this dream very well but it was scary, scary - the conditions, the evil, the horror. When I told my mother the dream - she was a very religious, spiritual close to God person. She interpeted the dream as about the end times. She said the giants were angels, dressed in the armor of God. So, I asked her what she thought the CNN (TV interview meant). She thought maybe Christian News Network. I said Nah, what Christian would interview the devil and not know it. She agreed. I have thought of that dream often, thru the years. Hoping it was wrong or our interpetation was. Whenever I do think on it, I don't want to live through what went on in the dream. It was more terrible than I have words for.