I remember routinely going out to the old barn I grew up in to feed the horses one night, as if I were 9 years old all over again. In stall #1, were two zibras laying next to each other. I opened the door to get a closer look and to my surprise, it was infact a zibra laying with a lion marked with zibra like stripes. In stall #2, there was a mangled to her death looking girl hanging on a nail with blood and guts hanging out of her. I was grossed out and when I turned to see the next stall, she started mumbling, "help me!" "I can't .." I replied without thought.. "Help me.. I want to die. I can't die!" She pursisted. Stall 3 had a familiar horse, but when I went to feed her, she had no sign of any recognizable soul. A month or so later after having this dream, I heard Chuck Heitzig reference a prophecy from Jeremiah in support of his Homeland Security Studies. "You will know the end times are here when animals rest with their prey ... and people who want to escape life cannot even die..."