Trump's 3rd Term: The Archangel of the Feeling of Antiquity, Updated for Your Reading Pleasure

Here is my dream from 13 August 2019 which predicted Donald Trump's 3rd Presidential Term. I'm re-posting this with improved formatting:

I had a dream, last night. I will write it down, here:

I sat with my grandmother Veer, at a table. We discussed mundane things, yet I was concerned for her health. Somebody else came over to see to her, so I went to sit in a greenhouse garden with somebody who could have been either a man, or woman - I don't remember.

This person then said to me, "I am the Archangel of the Feeling of Antiquity." 

I immediately felt that what this being before me was saying, was true.

The Archangel continued, "Look at the 'III' on your Make America Great Again hat."

I looked at my shirt, "I'm wearing a MAGA shirt, as well," I said.

The Archangel looked at me, said in a plain tone, "Oh, I didn't notice. But, I'm only referring to the hat. What do you think it means?"

I gripped the hat by the bill, took it off and turned it around so as to see this III. Said, "I don't know what it means, I- *haha* hold on. I could almost swear I've thought about this before."

I looked up from the hat, saw the Archangel floating away, still facing me. It ascended up the leftmost glass tube of a series of three tubes, all constructed of different materials. The Archangel reached the top, disappeared descending down the adjacent one, which was made of iron. The top, which was like a large sealing submarine door with a turning handle, closed behind it.

I thought, in that moment before the Archangel disappeared, that it was beautiful, as a woman is, yet more so than any woman ever could be.

I then said aloud, or thought loudly: "The 'III' represents three terms."

The next portion of my dream had me on a spinning control spire. It was elevated and shaped as a depressed disk. Within that disk were control panels, men hunched over their computers. I recognized them as being the media - CNN being specifically evident.

Next, I stood looking over the shoulder of Donald Trump. He was in a flying fortress, and stood before a series of microphones, preparing to give a speech. He moved forward to speak into a number of microphones, bumped into one, turned about and made a funny face (which could have been fear). He laughed while looking to the people behind him, then turned forward to speak to the whole world, the US, or perhaps both.

Lastly, I was back on the control spire. It spun, round and round, and stood overlooking an extravagant church congregation. A feeling of sickness wretched up from my stomach, and I demanded to be let down. The spire was lowered, and I was let off.

I awoke.

It goes without saying that the Lord God of Hosts sent this dream to me... for some reason. If I'm to guess what that reason is, then I guess that Trump's next two terms are staving off some impending doom.

Keep good blessings and even greater faith,

Logos Prevailing.