During prayer, I had a vision of two rows of people walking toward me. These two lines stretched for miles and miles, for as far as the eye could see. They looked like prisoners of some sort, men and women walking in two lines. At one point they were separated and walked around some rocks. Then they came back together at the place where I was standing. It looked like it was out in the country for I couldn't see any buildings of any sort. It was open land in the afternoon about 3 PM. The people didn't look very happy. They all looked sad. I didn't see any soldiers, just people walking in two rolls. They could be prisoners or refugees leaving some area I really couldn't tell. (over)