My post rapture dream

It was about a year or so after I was born-again. It was another of what is called a vivid dream. I have many of them, most not able to be typed, but this one was.
I found myself inside of a store, but the racks and shelves were ransacked. I was in chains and in a line. In front of me and behind were others, they all wore a grey jumper. I looked down and found myself to be wearing the same.
Several half-naked people that were mostly tattooed and pierced were directing us. One stood upon the top of the shelves shout and laughing as he lashed out with a whip. As it snapped, I heard him say:
“Where is your God now? Why doesn’t He come and get you?” He said things like this repeatedly as he herded the line toward the back of the store. Soon after a twelve year old boy, tattooed as the others, came running down one of the hallways made by the shelves. He stopped, as he laughed and held up by the hair the head of a woman and all those that were herding those in chains roared with laughter.
Once we reached our goal, I saw a line of cots set against the back wall and we those chained together were placed into these cots. After a time one by one the cots to my left were emptied, then it was my time. They made me get up and walk through a door at the back of the store. All went black.
Revelation 20:4
And I saw thrones, and they sat upon them, and judgment was given unto them: and I saw the souls of them that were beheaded for the witness of Jesus, and for the word of God, and which had not worshiped the beast, neither his image, neither had received his mark upon their foreheads, or in their hands; and they lived and reigned with Christ a thousand years.

Special note: I had this dream in the late 1980s. At that time tattoos had not become as prevalent as they are today. In addition, I had never heard of any other type of piercing then the ear

The Commitment

It is in times like those we live in is when those that profess to be Christian need to stand their ground and allow themselves to be known and heard.
In Iraq, militants assaulted Christians. They were told they must convert to Islam or they must leave or die. Some could not. Those that could not showed that they in reality might not have been Christian because they chose to convert. This is not what should have happened. They should have chosen to let themselves be killed and become martyrs and yet they live.
I know this is something that is difficult to do. To be willing to say: “Go ahead kill me.” That is very hard to do, but I know I would do it. I would rather die for God and Christianity. It is not the first time this has happened and it has happened to all religions. It is sad that those that are religious do not learn to truly follow their faith.
Will my death cause the world to change? I seriously doubt it. Most likely no one will ever know it even happened. Most likely hidden by the corrupt news media, or not divulged by a government that only seeks to keep itself in power.