THE SONS OF THUNDER A SYNOPSIS OF DREAMS.
BY JAMES RYLE.

The  following insight occurred to me in August 1990 as a  result of  three dreams... Two men walked from behind the  curtain  with sheet  music  in their hands. They were very excited,  and  could hardly wait to play this music. One said to the other, "Wait till they hear this. Its going to be just like when the Beatles played their music!" In the dream I also became excited. I turned to see the  crowd that was gathering at the stage and the scene  changed before my eyes. The audience became a vast body of water, like  a lake,  and  as the musicians played the new song  I  saw fishing lines cast out into the water. The dream ended.
My  waking thoughts were that God is about to release a new  kind of  song in the streets. It will bring a revelation of the  truth and it will usher people into His presence. The anointing of  the Lord will be with musicians who have spent time in God's presence "behind  the  curtain" receiving a deep love for  the  lost.  The lyrics  of their songs will be as "fishing lines" cast  into  the hearts  of men and women needing Christ. In the second dream,  I was  on the stage in a large church. There was an equipment  room on  the  right  side of the stage. It  had  microphones,  cables, amplifiers and other kinds of things that collect in closets.  In one corner of the room I saw a power amplifier covered with dust. The  cord  was wrapped about it, and it had not been used  for  a long time. When I looked closer I saw written on the front, "The Beatles Power Amp." I knew in that moment that this box  was the  source  of their sound and their power. I knew  that  anyone could  plug into this box and, in effect, have what  the  Beatles had  -  an incredible ability to mobilize masses of people to  a single thing. As I stood there holding the Beatles power amplifier, I asked aloud this question, "What is this doing here in  the Church's equipment  room?" Suddenly I was out of  the  equipment room and standing behind the pulpit at this church, still holding the  amp. The enormous church, throughout the main floor and  all about  the balcony, was packed with people from every  nation.  A very beautiful woman, radiant with a glow of glory, stood in  the middle of the church and began singing a song from the Lord...
The  people began to swoon in the presence of God and  then  collapse  in their seats -- converted to Christ!  God's  power  was moving through the music. The dream ended...
The dream changed once more. I was floating over a wide and  long highway  that headed in one direction. All lanes were  completely grid-locked,  jam  packed with motorcycle gang  members,  revving their  engines and stirring up dust. It was a graphic picture  of lost humanity. Then I saw a group of bikers moving in single file along  the  service  road. They were headed for a  field  in  the distance  where there was a monolithic stone. This stone, I  knew in  the dream, represented the power of Christ and would  empower those who touched it to go back to the highway and turn masses of lost  people back to God. I looked closer at these  motorcyclists as the sped toward the Stone, and saw on their jackets the words "Sons  of  Thunder." (Taken from New  Zealand  Website,  http:// crash. ihug .co.nz/~revival)