the night is darkest before the dawn

before we start this, i honestly have NO idea what's up with my dreams lately. i'm not pregnant... and i'm not a gypsy, but i'm a dreamer. and i've been having the wildest dreams.

i didnt know if i wanted to cry out of fear or joy when i woke up this morning. but what i dreamt about last night was something else.

i was in salt lake, working in a research center at the top of mountains.
for some reason the eiffel tower was big enough and bright enough to see from salt lake and the whole city was in awe. and i, kendra moberg, was researching why a 1,063 foot tower, 5078.3 miles away was clearly visible from the mid western part of the united states.
ashton kutcher and jack black were with me (hey, its a dream! i can dream about ashton and jack all i want) helping me research. and they weren't even cracking jokes. whatever we were doing, it was serious and the eiffel tower was a key piece to it.
i had been at the research center for hours and wanted to get away to think.
i started to walk down the mountain, into the little neighborhoods of the rich and blessed that were stacked up into the nooks and crannies of the hills.
as i walked down the hill, i started to get scared.
and then i got scared and lost.
i wanted to go back to the research center, and i wanted to go back now.
it felt like something or someone dark was following me, trying to kill me before i did something that would ruin it's dark self forever.
so i ran into a small law firm that was tucked away into the neighborhood of my obsolete path i was so lost in.
a man was locking up and i asked him to take my scared self back.
being the gentleman he was, he agreed. 
we were walking out when an old man (i believe it was the mans father) came out from the screen door of the garage and handed me a gun, for protection.
whatever was coming, he obviously thought i needed protection. he seemed trust worthy, so i took the gun.
the man that was escorting me back then had a knife, for his protection as well.
we then began to walk up the hill, and there was stephanie, kellie, mama, and taylor.
i honestly dont know if it really was taylor, if she was standing there in flesh and blood with us, or if it was taylors spirit watching over us. but whichever one it was, she was there, smiling as usual.
stephanie grabbed my gun from me and disposed of the nine mm.
my mom then pointed to the city and told me to look, since my back had been turned to the city the whole time i made my trek back up the mountain.
kellie had binoculars and was gawking at what then filled my eyes.
the entire city was glowing and a smog had rolled over the town. it wasn't just city lights that illuminated those streets, and the smog wasn't weather casted fog. it was something else.
kellie kept telling me to look, tugging at my shoulder. stephanie was calm, giving a satisfying smile every couple minutes. and then my mom pointed to the temple, and told us all to look.
i looked, and it was glowing. not glowing like the rest of the city, but as if a fire was inside of it. it wasnt a FIRE, with burning wood frames, and melting chairs, but something else.
some kind of power from high.
i looked over the city closer and noticed that the tabernacles and conference centers were all glowing with the fire-ish power that had spotlighted every sacred part of salt lake.
smoke began to roll in the streets, and the climaxing panic coming from the city began to fill my lungs.
then comets shot across the sky, and as they were directly over the city they exploded.
suddenly there was a table next to me and i jumped underneath it to protect myself from the falling debris.
the bits from the exploding comets fell from the sky and hit the earth.
a small stone hit my hand and i winced in pain. then i heard my sisters and mother screaming from the pain from the stones hitting them.
so i got out from under the table, grabbed the hands of my family and we began to run up the hill.
we were then in a building. some kind of underground subway kind of thing.
it was crawling with people running in panic.
we were all running to something, whatever it was. we all wanted to be there.
but i stopped and began to cry.
i was scared.
the world as i knew it was coming to an end. this was it.
my mom stopped with me, grabbed me by the shoulders, looked me in the eyes with a concerned loving face and said, "it's going to be fine."

and then i woke up. i got ready for church, and the opening hymn was this;

"o Lord my God,
when i in awesome wonder,
consider all the worlds thy hands have made,
i see the stars,
i hear the rolling thunder,
the power throughout the universe displayed

then sings my soul,
my Savior God to thee,
how great thou art!
how great thou art!
then sings my soul,
my Savior God to thee,
how great thou art!
how great thou art!

when through the woods,
and forest glades i wander,
and hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees,
when i look down,
from lofty mountain grandeur,
and hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze.

...when Christ shall come,
with shout of acclamation,
and take me home,
what joy shall fill my heart!
then i shall bow in humble adoration,
and there proclaim,
"My God, how great though art.""