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Dreaming


What follows on this page is a dream I had years ago. I have had two dreams that I knew were directly from the Lord. I have had several other dreams that I felt were probably inspired by God or in which he was more deeply involved, but there were only two that I am absolutely certain came from Him.

First of all, let me say that I believe there are a lot of people going around saying, "God told me..." or "The Lord shared this with me to give to you..." who didn't really get anything from God, but rather they feel very strongly about something. I'm not saying they're lying. They may feel that God truly did give them a message or a leading in some way, but they are overstating God's involvement much of the time. I try not to do that, which is why I will only say two of my dreams were from God and not more. You need to keep truth #2 in mind while you read this. (See the essay "More About Me" for truth #2.) The bible tells us to judge everything by the word of God, so whether you receive this as from God or not is up to you diligently holding it up to scripture to reveal its truth. I make no claims to infallibility.

Secondly, the other dream I had I turned into a play which I simply titled, "The Dream". Please don't confuse the two. You may read "The Dream" and the director's notes for background information if you're interested in that one.

I believe that God uses dreams at times, just like he uses visions and other forms of prophetic revelation, to reach us in a special, powerfully moving way. To open our eyes to something we could not or would not see otherwise. Dreams in particular are used to bypass our minds and go straight to our hearts, making something emotionally and more substantially real that if we had just read or heard about somebody else's experience. For that reason, I apologize for making you read this. I wish I could have you close your eyes and share the dream experience.

There were two distinct parts to this dream, so I have highlighted them here. The first part I believe to prophetic outside of myself. It may be about the church body, America, both, more, I won't say for sure because I can't say for sure. The second part was a direct message to me. I'm sure it will be a source of encouragement to you as well.

Part 1

I was out walking. There was a beautiful, green field in front of me which quickly led to a large, city environment as I walked.

I have always been a spectacular dreamer. I realized at a very early age that I didn't need to have nightmares. It was all going on in my mind, so whatever I think of exists. A villain is chasing me, so I fly, or make myself invulnerable, or simply will the villain out of existence and he disappears. I can breathe underwater, shoot fireballs from my hands, swing on webs and stick to walls like Spiderman, levitate objects with a thought or create objects in front of me. If I can imagine it, it can be a reality in my dreams. I can't fathom the fact that some people only dream in black and white.

With that in mind, it only works if I realize I'm dreaming, which I estimate is most of the time. This was one of the times that right off the bat, I knew I was dreaming. But somehow I knew that this one was special. I knew God was here in a way that I had never experienced before. As I began to wonder what I would do today, I consciously gave it up to God, actually speaking to God, telling Him that I would not create anything on my own, but simply explore what He had for me.

As I said, I quickly found myself in the downtown of a big city, only it was as if the area, let's say about a three-block radius, had been extracted and placed in the lush green field. Outside that area, large, rolling hills surrounded it. There was fairly typical activity going on. People walking everywhere, in and out of buildings and all around, but not on the hills, passed by me without noticing my presence. The central edifice resembled a large, office building. Glass and steel were its primary features. It rose above the rest of the buildings, which were all at least five or six stories tall. The central was larger than I could estimate at a glance.

Suddenly, a large earthquake hit the area. People panicked. I ran for the hills in order to get to higher ground where I wouldn't be crushed by debris falling from the buildings. Everyone else did likewise. The shaking stopped after a minute or so, but the crumbling continued. I'm not sure if the outer-most buildings fell apart or simply disappeared to give me a better view of the central building, but my focus was drawn to the central building. As the quake was going on, and for several minutes afterwards, I thought that the building was definitely going to fall. But it not only didn't fall, it grew. Pieces of the building kept falling off, but it grew. The look of the building changed from one of commerce to government. Steel and glass became stone and pillars. It looked rickety and unstable, but it grew, not because of architectural soundness, but out of sheer force of will.

At the beginning of the quake, scores of people were not only running away from the building, but they were fleeing the building itself. As the quake died away but the building continued to "crumble-grow", people continued to evacuate, but there were fewer and fewer of them. I got the sense that there were people still inside that wanted out, but couldn't. I wondered if the shaking had caused structural damage inside and was preventing people from getting out. One of the reasons I know this dream was from God, is because even though I was aware that it was only a dream, the stakes were real. I felt that real lives were in jeapordy, so I decided to go into the building to see if I could help anybody get out. I knew that my own life would be in jeapordy if I did that, but I had an overwhelming need come upon me to help those people escape.

As soon as I made that decision, I was stopped after taking just one step towards the building. My focus moved to a giant ledge surrounding the third or fourth floor of the building. It was impossible to tell exactly which floor it was on, due to the external,structural screwiness of the thing. People were milling about in near panic. The ledge was large enough that fifty people could comfortably stand from the inner wall to the edge. Some looked over the edge in panic. Some were trying to get back inside the building. Most were wandering around in frightened, aimless activity. I wanted a better look, so I flew up and landed on the ledge.

It was a confused mess. There were large doors leading into the building. As frightened as people were of the inside of the building, they were more frightened to be on the ledge. The doors opened once and I saw two, husky, secret-service/men in black type gentlemen hurl a pleading victim outside the doors to the ledge. Once outside, the evictees would plead to be let back in for a short while, and then try to find their way outside the building on the ledge. There were a few people on the ledge who looked to be in charge. They were from the inside in some way, but I didn't know if they too were rejects but didn't know it. I got the sense that they were like the jews that the Nazis placed in charge of other jews before the slaughter really began. These people were abrasive, condescending, and arrogant, but they seemed to have a false sort of confidence that made people flock to them for guidance. I'd say the ratio of followers to leaders was about a hundred to one, give or take.

I really wanted to go inside the doors and see what was in there, but I felt I couldn't. After all, I was letting God do this, so I wasn't about to burst in like Superman. That would have altered what God was trying to show me. I needed to let things happen, so I started talking to the people around me, which was what I felt I was really supposed to do. The people confirmed what I suspected. They wanted off the ledge, but they weren't allowed back in. Did they want back in? No, but it was better than the ledge and the only stairs leading down were inside. I suspected that one of the main reasons why the people were out here, is because they had been caught attempting to flee the building in the quake. The ledge was essentially a prison of fear. The people on the ledge were both important to and despised by the "rulers" inside the building. I asked somebody why they didn't just leave to the safety of the hills. They reiterated that the stairs were inside. I told them they could fly off. At first they scoffed, but the desire to flee was so intense that a few people at first, and then more began to seriously listen.

One of the leaders close by, a forty-ish, prim and proper woman, one of those stereotypical, overly rule abiding villains you see in kids movies, drew nearer. A real crowd was beginning to listen and she saw that I was the reason why her "flock" was leaving her control. She loudly began to mock me and to let everyone know how much of a raving lunatic I was. Fly down? How ridiculous. It was obvious to her that I was stupid or criminally insane, and for everybody's own protection, they should ignore me. I got the feeling that if they didn't, she would take measures to have me eliminated. I continued to speak and the people, who all desperately wanted to believe me, listened intently. So her next step was to challenge me directly. She verbally assaulted me and told me to leave. Couldn't I see I was causing real damage with my lies? I told her that what I was speaking was absolutely true, so she said that if I flew up here, and I was encouraging others to fly off, then why couldn't I show them how? I accepted the challenge without a thought. No problem. I would fly. Now the woman told everybody to watch me, assured that I would step off the building and plummet to my death, and then her fearful hold on the others would be solidified.

To more dramatically make my case that escape was possible through flight, I opened my arms sideways and walked backwards towards the edge. When I reached the edge, I let myself fall backwards, coming to a rest on nothing whatsoever. I placed my hands behind my head, and peacefully drifted away on thin air. The people shouted and pointed. They yelled things like "It's possible." and "It's true. We can fly off." The woman was initially shocked that I didn't die, but instead of acknowledging the truth of freedom, she immediately told everybody that it was a lie and that I had used trickery to deceive them. Her lies, created to try to repair the "damage" my truth had caused, made me want to return, but I was pulled away rapidly by a force not of my own making. I knew that at least this part of the dream was over.

I am the pen.

Dreaming part 2