Ruby Archuletta is the name of a character in a book called The Milagro Beanfield War by John Nichols and was also filmed as a movie right here in New Mexico where I live. The story is Hispanic (although I am not) and is hilarious in culture and human interaction. The person Ruby was a hard-working, passionate local who ran a mechanic shop and tried to talk her people out of apathy. “Ruby” is a pen name I chose because I liked Ruby’s character, her initials are the same as my own, and I live in NM where the story took place. Beyond that, there is no connection.
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Hi everybody. I’ve been away for a while now… I’ve been writing a book! No, it’s not dreams, prophecies and conspiracy theory…
I’ll copy and paste the editorial review from Amazon. It is for sale there as a kindle and will be available in print hard-copy form in about a month. Even if you don’t have a kindle reader yet, you can download a free kindle reader when you get the book.
While the book is straightforward and easy-to-read, it is also a riddle that I think few people will ‘get.’ Like any riddle… you have to figure it out yourself. 
Amazon Listing:http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006U67N4Y
“…A chain reaction of carp jumping and fighting in the water spread. And spread. Suddenly we were standing in an acre of boiling water. The heavy stillness of the swamp dissolved as thousands of spawning carp awoke.
“Look at that!” Dad shouted in amazement. “Bek! Look at that! You’ll never see that again! Is that something, or what!”
For a moment I felt like I was one of the fish, sensing the group panic and ready to run. But my Dad’s wonder at the phenomenon around us held me and then a great stillness washed over me as I stood and looked.
I realized I was seeing something few people ever saw and I was only eight years old. The moment satisfied me but it also filled me with determination to go and see other things. I didn’t know what else was out there… but I knew there was more and I was going to take every chance I got to see the rest…”
The author of The Da Vinci Road invites her fellow students to travel the path of discovery. This book describes the awakening of our senses as the foundation of learning; the ability to see, hear, and feel the world around us. Story after story from the author’s own experience in both learning and teaching draw the reader into the lives of the author and her family. The senses awaken and reach for experience as the reader discovers the timeless road to knowledge; the exhilarating and, sometimes, frightening path of observation.
“The Last Day of Peace” and “Communism in California” dreams appear to be occurring now except for the en masse movement to California. From the dream, the decision to concentrate effort on California (west coast) to sway elections is yet to happen.
The “Occupy Wall Street” movement [Huff], [owst], [scoop.it], [goog], [storyful] is comprised of union workers, unemployed, dissatisfied Democrat leaning voters who almost all agree that general redistribution of wealth is an answer to the recession / unemployment problems. This idea, in it’s essential, is the economic aspect of Communism.
Honestly I cannot disagree with the general complaint, but like so many things of this nature I think it is (soon to be?) co-opted and used to accomplish the ends of the “1%” to the (typical) detriment of those demanding their due. For instance, I think that the anti-union pressure has been orchestrated from the beginning and that weird atrocities (theft, violence, destruction of property, raping and pillaging… read: regular “war” stuff) will be committed up and down the west coast in the name of the occupy movement.
Edit to add (Gabe): Occupier quote, “French Revolution made fundamental transformation. But it was [necessarily] bloody. Unfortunately, many believe that the “1%” so-called used the French Revolution to consolidate most of the first colonial French empire under English control, not to help French citizens. The same will be true with this movement (if the dreams are correct). It will be used to squelch opposition and to enforce absolute worship of government. A “mini-me” Democrat party will no longer be needed.
A week or two ago I dreamed about a town in the eastern United States (I think) which had a large river running along the western side of the town. The river reminded me of the Mississippi River, but it didn’t seem as muddy and it could have been any of the large rivers out there.
The dream started with a man who was an aircraft pilot telling his wife that God had told him that the Russians were going to invade someday but that God would get them out safely before the Russian occupation.
Then I skipped forward in time and I saw armored vehicles entering the city and new that this was the day of the Russian invasion.
I saw the wife of the man crying and telling him “you said God would get us out before… now it is too late!”
The man answered, “Today is the day we leave.”
The woman was freaked out about this and said “Earlier than today, or later than today… but today is the WORST day to leave. There are Russians everywhere. How could we leave today? It isn’t possible.”
He assured her that God had directed him to leave on this day… the day of the invasion.
He told her to pack some bags and to meet him at a gas station on the main highway heading west, on the western side of the river. I saw that their house was out of town and on the western side of the river. He said he was going to get the airplane and left to go into town. She began to pack bags and pray.
Next I saw that the skies were empty. There weren’t even any birds flying higher than the telephone poles. No airplanes in the sky. I wondered why. Then I knew that the electro magnetic field of the earth was different and that it constantly fluxed. I knew that sometimes it was high enough for people to fly airplanes and other times it was hardly there at all. I knew that planes no longer flew anymore because when the EM field fluxed, it did something (to the planes or the pilots… not sure???) that made it hard to fly. I remember having the idea that the planes (and even the birds) flew “drunkenly” when the EM field was fluxing, or down… I didn’t understand any of this very well…
Next, I saw the pilot talking with an old man in a small airport. The old man was telling him how to fly in the new circumstances. He said; “Wait until you see the birds fly above the telephone poles before you take off. Watch the flies in the cockpit with you. If they fly, then you can fly… if they sit down, then wait. Then, once you are in the air, drop down and fly as low as you can and as near a major electrical line as you can. The electrical lines have their own EM field. Fly beside the main electric lines down to the river. Once you are over the water, the EM field will be fine, but you will be in greater danger of being shot down. So, over the river fly in a high arc… take the path of the rainbow over the water, up and then down, never straight.”
(Here I saw a plane flying like he was describing and I saw a missile shot from the ground, at the plane that was over the water. The missile was headed straight at the plane, but as it got to the river, it suddenly veered slightly off target. It reminded me of stabbing a spear down into water at a fish, and seeing the spear “bend” when it enters the water. I knew that it would be difficult to shoot down a plane over the water, especially if the plane was flying in a constant arc.)
I saw the pilot do exactly as the old man had said and I saw him make it safely over the river and land his small plane on the highway next to the fueling station. I knew he would refuel and fly as far as he could down a main power line heading west and that he would make it.
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We prayed about the dream and Gabe said to post it. It didn’t make any sense to me, but Gabe says it makes more sense than I realize and that it might help somebody… Later, in retrospect, I wondered if the pilots, flies, and birds were what was affected by the EM flux, or if it was the plane, or both? I remember thinking that at times the birds would “fall out of the sky.” The result of the EM flux looked like drunkenness or vertigo on both birds and flies – and planes in the sky.
I don’t know why the missile’s path “bent” when in entered the air over the river but the only thing I can think is that maybe it was off target the whole time: Gabe says it couldn’t have been magneto guided under those circumstances, it must have been laser guided and maybe the person aiming the laser couldn’t properly aim it through the differing EM fields.
A couple nights ago I dreamed I saw a woman in the streets of a city that was dying from famine, poverty, and war. I didn’t recognize the city, but it wasn’t American or European. The woman looked Arab to me, and the city looked like it had been fairly wealthy and progressive at one time. I remember the street was either bricks or stones rather than pavement. Now it was empty of regular commerce and motor-transportation. Garbage blew down the street and the stores were empty. The glass was broken out of the windows. There were other people wandering in the streets and the noise of weeping and unrest in the distance.
The woman came my direction as if she could see me and screamed at me in a desperate accusation:
“NATO promised us prosperity and protection but look – they gave us famine and war! We are dying because of NATO!”
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I don’t remember any more to the dream. Maybe I woke up then. We prayed about it. Seemed straight forward. Gabe said to post it.
Yesterday, June 18th, I took a nap and around noon – one o’clock I dreamed the following:
I was weeping with great, overwhelming sorrow. The grief was so great that I wondered if my baby had died… or one of the other children… I had never experienced such deep grief. I asked God “why am I grieving like this?”
My perspective widened and I sensed a group of other people around me. All of us were grieving in like manner. I think the group I stood with was larger than I could see, but I was so consumed with grief that I could not focus enough to observe it specifically. I only knew that we all wept with terrible grief. Again I asked God “what are we weeping for?”
The answer sounded like this: “Lay Markay” with the last syllable being accented. Because it was totally unfamiliar to me I said “what???” and it was repeated. Still, I didn’t understand it, and this time as it was repeated, I saw it written like this; “Les Marké”… Then I understood (from the “Les”) that it was being said in French and that was why I didn’t understand it. I also now knew how to repeat it because it was written for me phonetically. So I repeated it aloud and woke up.
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I wondered if Marké meant “Market.” I prayed about it and all I thought was that I should go tell it to Gabe. He speaks French (a little) and might know what it meant. I, on the other hand, have absolutely no knowledge of French.
Gabe said that he thought it meant something like “The Marked Ones” and double checked on google translator to make sure. He assumed I was saying, “les marqués.” The root word “marque” means brand, mark, imprint, etc…
We prayed about it and the meaning seemed plain. We were weeping for those who had been marked. We were weeping for them because they were lost to us forever… more completely than physical death. Those marked had by this obeisance submitted to the Beast… and were now headed for the Second Death: Rev 2:10-11; Rev 20:4 (unless they subsequently repented in the short time remaining). Too many of those marked were loved ones, family, friends… Now I understood the terrible grief.
The question remaining was, “why in French?” Not sure we got a clear answer to this. Maybe the mark begins to be issued in France, or maybe the manufacturer is French… not sure. Maybe it was simply the Spirit giving me a “message” that had to be interpreted by someone else, in this case, Gabe. Like “doubling” the message:
Gen 41:32 And for that the dream was doubled unto Pharaoh twice; [it is] because the thing [is] established by God, and God will shortly bring it to pass.
Dream of the molding apple. Eve of cleansing. [post unfinished] 1:15ish AM
[Edited later to add:] It seemed imperative to Gabe to “post this when we heard it.” Like the moment was a marker in time. “This marked moment” (May 27, 1ish AM) is the point in the dream when the shelf is covered with the apple’s mold, and the very house seems threatened.
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I had this dream right about midnight, I think. Then I either kept dreaming it over and over or just kept going over it in my sleep, trying to understand it. I fully awoke about 1 AM to tell it to Gabe.
I dreamed I had gotten a box of fruit from the produce manager at our grocery store. (Sometimes he sells me his rejected, imperfect fruit and vegetables at a discount.) I had gone through the fruit and put the nicest fruit in a basket on the shelf of the kitchen. In the middle and top of the pile was a red apple. It had some kind of imperfection, a bruise or a cut I think, but it seemed minor enough to keep it in the “for eating fresh” basket.
An hour later I looked at the basket and was horrified to see that the apple at the top had molded severely and had begun to spread it’s mold over all the fruit in the basket. The apple almost seemed actively malicious to me.
I was in the middle of cooking dinner, and could not stop right away. I decided that as soon as I could (within 20 – 30 minutes) I would throw that basket of fruit away.
When I finished my task I turned toward the fruit basket to deal with it and discovered that the mold had spread at twice the rate it had spread during the first hour and now there was mold all over the shelf on both sides of the basket, covering other things on the shelf and creeping down toward the shelf below.
I realized with revulsion that it would continue to double it’s rate of defilement until it had overcome the whole house, and in a much briefer time than anyone could have believed.
Gabe then came to clean it up and he said to me that we needed to throw away everything that the mold had touched and then to spray to whole area with bleach.
I thought “the fruit was already sprayed with a bleach solution and it did not stop the mold.”
But I knew that this time everything would be destroyed and soaked with bleach, and that this would take care of the situation if we acted quickly and thoroughly.
I awoke.
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We prayed. I heard simply; “the apple is Israel.” Israel, not meaning only the house of Judah (that modern country which sits in between Jordan, Egypt, Syria, and Lebanon) but rather “Israel,” meaning “the house of Judah” (that modern nation called Israel, and Jewish people in general) and “the house of Israel” (which my husband and I believe, by every apparent proof and fulfillment of Biblical prophecy, to be the descendents of the Celts and the Scythians–more or less everyone of Western-European descent).
From Gabe:
The idea being that God cleaned “the apple” once before (House of Israel in “prison” for 390 years, Babylonian captivity of Judah, then the scattering of Judah in 70AD after they denied the Anointed of God: Jesus) But that this time the cleansing agent will be without dilution, and the removal and destruction will be without prejudice.
See these parallel passages about Israel:
- Revelation 17 (especially first part) “And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls,”
This woman is the house of Israel. She defiles the whole world with her godlessness, and is herself destroyed and cast into the lake of fire.
- Ezekiel 7 (especially v20 and following) “his ornament” is Israel. It defiles itself and the whole world, and is utterly destroyed.
- Ezekiel 8:5 Then said he unto me, Son of man, lift up thine eyes now the way toward the north. So I lifted up mine eyes the way toward the north, and behold northward at the gate of the altar this image of jealousy in the entry. He said furthermore unto me, Son of man, seest thou what they do? [even] the great abominations that the house of Israel committeth here, that I should go far off from my sanctuary? but turn thee yet again, [and] thou shalt see greater abominations. [...] v9 And he said unto me, Go in, and behold the wicked abominations that they do here. [...] v13 He said also unto me, Turn thee yet again, [and] thou shalt see greater abominations that they do. [...] v15 Then said he unto me, Hast thou seen [this], O son of man? turn thee yet again, [and] thou shalt see greater abominations than these. [...] v17 for they have filled the land with violence, and have returned to provoke me to anger: and, lo, they put the branch to their nose. v18 Therefore will I also deal in fury: mine eye shall not spare, neither will I have pity: and though they cry in mine ears with a loud voice, [yet] will I not hear them.
- Deuteronomy 32:1-43 v9 For the LORD’S portion [is] his people; Jacob [is] the lot of his inheritance. He found him in a desert land, and in the waste howling wilderness; he led him about, he instructed him, he kept him as the apple of his eye. As an eagle stirreth up her nest, fluttereth over her young, spreadeth abroad her wings, taketh them, beareth them on her wings: [So] the LORD alone did lead him, and [there was] no strange god with him.
v36 For the LORD shall judge his people, and repent himself for his servants, when he seeth that [their] power is gone, and [there is] none shut up, or left. And he shall say, Where [are] their gods, [their] rock in whom they trusted, Which did eat the fat of their sacrifices, [and] drank the wine of their drink offerings? let them rise up and help you, [and] be your protection. See now that I, [even] I, [am] he, and [there is] no god with me: I kill, and I make alive; I wound, and I heal: neither [is there any] that can deliver out of my hand.
God asserting that He will destroy them until there is no power left in them, mocking them and their gods, asserting that it is He that raises up, and He that brings down.
Weird thing is the timing… almost to the minute synchronous with the extending of the Patriot Act.
West coast gays along side Bible-belt Christians, abortion doctors alongside Westboro Baptist Church, racists along side ethnic minorities, Republicans hand in hand with Democrats, our country and largely the whole western world stood united behind their god of intelligence-gathering and war. Multiplying their vileness, redoubling it without debate, without consideration, without question.
Whoso diggeth a pit shall fall therein: and he that rolleth a stone, it will return upon him.
Revelation 17:16 And the ten horns [kings of Israel] which thou sawest upon the beast, these shall hate the whore [people of Israel... their own people], and shall make her desolate and naked, and shall eat her flesh, and burn her with fire.
They gave their kings the power to hurt all nations in order to save themselves. But they will be the last and will be hurt just the same. See also the comment by “pond” in Vacating the Halls of Power
Last night I dreamed I was working on the cold tile floor of a building at night. I wasn’t sure if I had fallen asleep or if my dream just began with being on the floor. Next to me was a girl that was supposed to be working as well. She was sound asleep when the dream started. We were supposed to be waxing and buffing the tile.
The girl lay with her right cheek against the floor and her arms around the buffing machine, her knees under her. Her mouth was open and the blue eye-shadow over her eyes made her face look unnaturally white. Her mouth was open and she breathed heavily. I knew she was in a deep sleep. I also knew she had been telling me about her “date” that evening, and the next date in the morning, and the next date the following evening… I knew she was tired because she was out dating and not focused on her job.
I felt some alarm that maybe I had also been asleep and couldn’t remember. I started to work hard, trying to get my job done before the night was over. I tried to wake the other girl but couldn’t. I was on my knees, trying to remove a big black mark and not having much success when a man knelt down opposite of me.
I knew he was my boss. He was tall and older. (I felt young, like a teen or young adult in this dream.) He seemed pleased to have found me working. I felt sorry for the sleeping girl, and wondered if he would wake her. He didn’t. He looked at my work and shook his head and said that it was going to take different tools to get the marks off of the floor. He said I should go now, that there wasn’t any point in me continuing to work on that floor.
He helped me to my feet and then gave me a stack of books to take with me. I don’t remember this part clearly… it seems like there was some walking around, getting the books, etc… but all I remember is having about 8 or 10 books in my arms as I was leaving.
I knew that the books contained the story about this man, my boss. I knew I was in one of the books that I had already read. I took that book out of the stack and carefully laid it on the floor where it could be found by “someone who needed it” after I was gone. I loved the story a lot and was really excited to get the rest of the books. There was information in some of them that I felt I needed. They were a gift from him.
He opened the door for me and I saw it was dark night outside. He hugged me and kissed me goodnight, like a grandfather… but also like a husband on his way to work… kissing his wife goodbye at the door. I had the distinct feeling we would meet again after this night was over.
I headed toward my suburban, which was parked at a distance. When I got within 60 feet of it, I saw a man’s legs from underneath the car on the other side. I knew that an evil enemy was hiding there, waiting for me to get to the car and that it was his intention to steal what I had and to kill me.
I turned back toward the man who had come out of the building with me, and saw that he was getting into his car and that he now had 3 or 4 friends with him. He also now seemed like a young man rather than middle aged.
I called out to him, “Peter! Peter! Peter, Peter, help me! Peter!”
Even in the dream I felt his name identified what I needed from him… like who he was to me in that moment. He turned toward me and the moment was strangely joyous… like seeing your hero come riding full blast over the hill just when you need him.
He jumped in his 4×4 and drove toward me quickly, across the parking lot.
I saw that the evil man had come out of hiding and was maybe walking toward me in the dark. I knew he was trying to figure out how to destroy me before “Peter” stopped him. I thought the evil man might be pointing a gun at me.
Peter hit the gas, and I knew he was going to run the bad guy over and save me, but I awoke before it happened.
I awoke.
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As I prayed, I called on God to be my “rock and my salvation” and remembered that I had called him Peter=rock in the dream. After praying I thought the sleeping girl represented those who will be found asleep when it’s time to leave. I also felt like He was answering a recent prayer to understand him better by giving me the books. Also that he was saying it will soon be time to leave and that he will protect us from the evil one, who lays in wait to kill, steal and destroy.
April 15th – Gabe: At about 10pm I was praying and saw / heard what follows.
I saw my parents and my wife’s parents and two other men that I know. They are all Baby Boomers and are all influential or affluent. Among the four men they represented the oldest to the youngest among that generation. It was evident that they represented a group of people. Not sure if it was an age-group or a group of people who had done a certain thing, or what exactly, however, I immediately heard this saying:
Your crimes are not just against your children and your childrens’ children,
but against the whole world.
I will break you
and kindle you
and the smoke will be for a relief.
The crimes were past, and the sentencing was final. My thought was that the “80 days Unforgiven” was the last test for this group.
When I heard “I will break you” I saw a thin, dead, dry branch being broken into 6 inch lengths and thrown into a pile of such broken sticks.
When I heard, “and kindle you” I saw a small fire being lit under the pile that would quickly consume the whole.
I am not sure who the “relief” would be for, but it seemed to be some part or sub-group of those against whom their crimes had been previously committed.
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This is Ruby now…
The morning of the 16th I had this dream:
There was a woman at my house that I had hired to come and help me get my work done. I had hired her because I knew she had hit hard times and I felt sorry for her. She was at different moments in the dream both my mother, my mother-in-law and yet a third woman I know… I didn’t feel a real familial tie, but recognized in the dream that this woman was a certain group of people.
I had given her a 100 dollar bill to cover the gas money to get to me. She pocketed the whole thing and didn’t mention “change”. Instead of helping me, she stood in the middle of the floor fretting and talking about how hard things were, how terrible it all was… I knew that her circumstances were actually no worse than ours had been or even currently were, but that many things that she had once had in excess were now gone, and that she was down to the bare basics of life. I’d been there for a long time already and didn’t feel sorry for her situation, but I did pity her emotional inability to cope with having lost so much.
She was talking about something she wanted to buy, and I said that we needed one too (like honey or wheat???) and gave her a second 100 dollar bill to “get some for us.” She put it in her pocket greedily and immediately started talking about some other need.
She brought up something that she felt like we owed her… like having at one time bought something and then passed it on to us because she didn’t want it anymore, but now acted like she had expected us to pay for it. It was less than 20 dollars. I gave her a third hundred dollars (knowing in my own mind that this was also most of our money, but that we would be fine, because of the very simple way we lived.) She also pocketed that 100 and was silent for a moment.
Then she said “I guess you want the change, but I need it more than you do, so I’m not going to give you any change.”
All this time the kids and I were working hard, staying busy. She didn’t do anything the whole time except complain and fret and take.
I awoke and we prayed about it.
Felt like the woman represented the Baby Boomer generation. I knew in the dream that she had lost financial savings, stocks, insurance… that type of thing. Many financial “gods” that had been depended on. But that there was enough left to live on simply… although that may also be taken. It seemed like more would be taken from her. But that she was unrepentant and greedy and unwilling to change.
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April 17 – Gabe: Again, in the evening I was praying and saw the following:
I saw an elephant walking toward me at a distance. It was perfect in form and training. As it came closer I expected to see a beautifully attired elephant driver, or some wealthy / great person at ease, riding this magnificent animal. What I saw instead was a single, small monkey.
I have thought many times that the anti-Christ would be a Republican and would sit in the place of power that the US Presidency affords… although not elected as such. It seemed that the point was that this man is just now becoming, “visible.”
As I described the vision in my own mind, I though, “I see an elephant with a monkey on its back.” which seemed ironic and poignant at the same time.
Somehow this vision is the “answer” to the previous two.
Last night I dreamed I was a young woman at some sort of Christian college/church and I was in a corner, on my knees, working on a wedding dress. I was pinning and sewing. It seemed to be made of mostly antique lace. I think it was a very old dress and I was mending it but not sure if it was for myself… it was a “duty” I was doing.
An elderly lady came up to me and I knew she was the wife of one of the “elders” there. She said what fine work I was doing and that she would like to hire me to do some work for her.
I asked what sort of work and she said she wanted me to make little vests, bags and toys for her miniature dog and that she would pay me by giving me a bag of Mall-purchased beauty products. I felt some dismay because both the job and the reward sounded pathetic to me. I told her I wasn’t interested, because what I needed was “rural land/home.”
She said that her and her husband had a place “up north” that was three acres and one acre of it was beach front property to the lake. (At this point I knew I was up near the Great Lakes and thought she was referring to mid-to-north Lake Michigan area.) She said it had a mobile home on it that had been customized to look like a CO mountain cabin. She was really “selling” me this property and I could tell she was talking it up more than it was worth, but I was still very interested.
Then she said that it was currently occupied by a family that they had found wandering down a street in town in late December, in the snow, with all of their belongings on their back. The woman had been in labor with their second child. The first was a boy in his early teens. The family was destitute and had no where to go, so the old man and his wife had let them live in their lake-front cabin north of town.
As she was telling me this, I was suddenly reading it like a story, on paper in front of me. Then I felt a heavy hand come to rest on my shoulder. Then a metal soldiers helmet that had been on my head (but I had not known it) was knocked forward off of my head and I knew that it was God who had put His hand on my shoulder and knocked my helmet off to get my attention.
He let me know (can’t remember words) that He did not want me to pursue the cabin on the lake because He had provided it for that woman and her children and I was not to ask for it or take it from them. I saw that they had been there all winter and now it was late spring and summer was coming. I knew that God wanted that older boy to spend the summer at that cabin on the lake… that He was glad for the boy to have that joy, even if it did not last forever.
The scene changed and now I was at a market or grocery store of some sort in the town. I was seeing the old man who was the husband of the old lady. He was either the owner or manager of the business… at least the produce part. He had boxes and boxes of produce around him. He was telling the destitute man, who was now living in the lake front cabin with his wife and sons, how to do this job. I knew the old man had given the destitute man this job and was trying to help him “make it.” The old man was saying;
(and I remember these words pretty closely, I think:)
“This is what you do. You take the apples out and arrange them carefully here on this table … like this… and while you do it you say “thank you, God, for providing these apples. And thank you for the table and the stand. And for the beautiful day…” And then when you’re ready for the oranges you say “thank you God for the oranges, and that fantastic orange color… and the way they smell… and thank you for the blue sky up there, thank you for colors and smells… and for the sunshine today…” and so you go on putting everything out, and be sure to thank God for everything, continually while you work, because He provided it all.”
The old produce man was smiling and happy. I could tell he was thoroughly enjoying his day and his life. He struck me as simple and uncomplicated, but good. I knew God loved him for that constant gratitude.
The destitute man responded irritably. “No. I won’t do that. God doesn’t provide anything for anybody – ever.”
His statement was biting and emphatic. The old man looked shocked and even a little afraid of the awfulness of the statement. Now I saw he held in his hand two separate sheaves of papers. He turned to the destitute man and showed him one of the sheaves of papers. I saw what was written on it:
Thank you, God, for providing the apples I sell today.
Thank you, God, for providing the nice weather and blue skies.
Thank you, God for providing my health so that I can work.
(etc……………….. all the way down for several pages, with the following summary appearing every ten lines or so:)
Thank you God, You are my Provider. You provide everything good.
I saw that the papers represented the actions/words of the two different men… like evidence/proof of their hearts. The old man now showed the other sheaf of papers to the destitute man and said as he did so,
“Look at all that God has given me… I have all of this from God, my provider… even the sunshine! Now look what you have! You have nothing because you have refused God as your provider. Nothing. You live on my land that God has given me. You eat food that God gave me… you have nothing. I have everything!”
I saw the other list on the papers. It read:
God is not my provider.
God is not my provider.
God is not my provider.
(Etc… for the whole list.)
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I woke up. I felt like God was providing the lake front cabin for the woman and children, but that he was doing it without giving the ungrateful man anything at all. I felt like the man was in danger.
I was also thrilled and delighted by the thankful old man. I saw that he was “rich” in all the good things of life.
His wife seemed like a “knucklehead” to me… ridiculous, and even greedy… but because she stayed with this grateful man, she was provided for.
I don’t know what the dream meant other than the obvious, but I can tell you that the morning was more appreciated than usual! I realized that the sunshine belongs to those who see it as God’s provision to them… that the smell of the oils coming from the pines for miles around is mine today because God is my provider. That I have more wealth than I ever realized I had all around me… because God is my provider, and He provides all good things to those that receive it with thanksgiving.
Thank you, God, for providing me with wise counsel to be thankful for all that you have given me today.
Oh, and our cow’s special orchard hay arrives today from CO! Thank you God for providing good food for our cow!
I dreamed this about a week ago. Gabe and I had been praying and talking and sort of “confessing” to each other how stressed we were to not know what God is doing… not being able to plan for His next move.
In rapid succession He provided an impressive variety of farm animals… but no way to keep them yet. No barn, food, fences… Granted, we had prayed and asked for these critters… but we expected God would provide the means to keep them first. Also, granted… the animals haven’t actually arrived yet, and won’t until late April. But still, we were both feeling the stress over not being ready for them.
So we went to sleep and both had dreams that taught the same message. Gabe recorded his and may eventually load it here. It was more along the lines of martial arts and a interaction between two martial arts students, etc… while mine was in the context of dancing.
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I dreamed that I was in a classroom, waiting and impatient to be taught something. There were many others in the class. The podium was empty and I wondered where the instructor had gone. Then a girl about 13 years of age got up and went to the podium. A man next to me stood up to object. She laughed and said that she just wanted to recite something she’d memorized until the instructor returned. Everyone seemed okay with that and she started reciting a long passage/book from the Winnie the Pooh series.
I didn’t mind this but it was not what I had come for and so I got up to leave, regretful that the teacher was not there.
As I turned to go down the isle, I heard a man’s voice say; “Wait. Dance with me.”
I turned around to see a Jewish man with a beard, dressed in black. He stood in front of the crowd, but below the podium-platform. He was addressing me. I looked at him curiously and wondered if he were the instructor. He certainly seemed authoritative.
He held out his hand toward me in an insistent manner, but with a smile on his face and said again, “Come, dance with me.”
Something in his manner convinced me that he was the teacher, and that he was now about to teach something, and was asking me to come and learn it from him. So I turned and walked toward him.
“But, I don’t know this dance…” I said as I hesitantly moved nearer.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said “just follow me and be creative. Be aware of what I am doing, and dance in response.”
(I’m not sure those were the exact words in the right order, but it was definitely the idea he conveyed.)
He held out his hand in a rhythmic “snap” in my direction and began to sing a song that was both Jewish and also Hispanic in sound and rhythm. I wondered briefly if He were South American.
“Dance with me! Dance with me! Dance with me! Mia Corazon!”
When I placed my hand in his hand, he turned his back and laid his open hand palm up (with mine) on his right shoulder as if to lead me and stepped forward in time, while singing. I tried to step with him, and was very focused on what he was doing. When he sang the part “mia corazon” (my heart) he swung around in a way that sort of gave me “space” to move away from him, and I did. I did a yemenite step to the left, and then to the right, still holding on to his hand.
The song and the dance was an illustration (even in the dream I knew this) of the man inviting the woman to dance, but not compelling or demanding any certain action. The woman’s response was to be agreeable, but unsure, feeling out where he was standing and what he was doing… keeping hold, but never pushing, always keeping a little tension on that hold so as to feel where he might move next. But the woman (me) was also trying to be beautiful in movement and response… dancing for him as well as with him.
He turned to lead again, to “pursuade” her to dance, and then turned again to give her space to respond.
This was the chorus part, with the same words, but different musically. He sang sort of exultantly, as if in gratification that I was doing the right thing, rather than invitingly, as if I hadn’t figured it out yet.
He let go of my hand to clap and tap his foot for me as I spun away in three circles, and then danced back toward him in a zigzag fashion, one hand out toward him, and the other raised over my head. He took my hand and danced to the right, in front of me. I “felt” the communication of his song and movements and danced to the left, coming almost into a direct line with him, but facing opposite direction. Then we switched and he danced left of me, while I danced right. It seemed sort of like a perfect syncronicity, as though I had figured out how to dance “with” him. Then the whole thing started over.
I felt the open possibility to become more creative. To get “better” at the dance. I also felt his great enjoyment that I was not being frustrated or fearful about “not knowing the dance” but that I was trying hard to respond beautifully, with enjoyment.
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I awoke knowing exactly what I had been shown. Gabe told me his dream and we were laughing with gratitude and amazement at being “in the same class.” I think we also both felt a little chagrined at having been so awkward and miserable in our dance before… at being confused by God rather than just enjoying His leading… trusting Him to keep dancing and leading us.
It sounds so easy, having written it out. LOL. I am really laughing at myself even as I write this. It is not easy for me. I SO want to know what God is going to do next. I want to plan my dance steps. I want to anticipate them and get them all right. What a dork I am. AHHH! I need to focus on Him and just dance.
A couple weeks ago I dreamed that there had been several strategies employed to locate everyone physically, financially, etc… In spite of best efforts, there seemed to be a handful of folks that still didn’t appear in financial, medical, locative data… where are they?
I don’t remember seeing any particular scene. I do remember feeling the stress of being “criminalized” and the feeling of “this isn’t true… this isn’t just… I could clear this up…” and the strong temptation to go in and clear my name.
Then I was “shown” the big picture and realized I was one of hundreds who were simultaneously criminalized, but no one knew about the overall plan; it was not in the media.
I saw that the latest strategy involved “criminalizing” those missing people with minor, or trumped up charges that could be easily cleared if they would simply show up and explain themselves. The offenses were the kind that would tempt anyone to go in and defend themselves, confident that the charges would be dropped, or could be handled with a small fee. Things like parking tickets that threatened to suspend your license, tax evasion, etc…
That was all, I think.
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We prayed about it. Gabe thought I should post it when I got the chance. Finding the above article about the Trustmark reminded me that I had not posted this yet. After all, you’re a trustworthy person… aren’t you? Prove it.
Excerpt from the above link:
The ecosystem’s players
So there you have it: a broad, cross-platform proposal that clearly gets wireless ISPs heavily involved in creating and validating identities. The draft National Strategy outlines various key players and things in the Ecosystem.
The Individual—to be issued digital identities to complete transactions.
The Non-Person Entity (NPE)—such as organizations and services who would require authentication.
The Identity Provider—who is responsible for the processes involved in enrolling subjects (individuals and NPEs) in the system.
The Attribute Provider—who oversees the processes involved in creating, validating, and keeping up the attributes associated with identities, such as age.
The Relying Party—who makes transaction decisions based on the receipt of a subject’s credentials.
The Trustmark—some kind of image, logo, badge, or seal that authenticates participation in the Identity Ecosystem. “To maintain trustmark integrity,” the report explains, “the trustmark itself must be resistant to tampering and forgery; participants should be able to both visually and electronically validate its authenticity.”
And finally, the Governance Authority, which oversees and maintains the Ecosystem Framework.
I dreamed this on 1/12/2011
We were in a very dangerous jungle with a group of friends. We all needed to get out of the jungle. I think we were leading the group. In order to get out, we had gone to a river. It was our intention to get out by taking the river. Our friends had come with us with enthusiasm and excitement about getting out as well.
We led a small group of people toward the river when we first arrived there to check it out. I didn’t want them all to follow, but they did. One girl was terrified of mosquitos so she sprayed OFF all over herself very heavily, so that she was in a cloud of bug poison. Then she had a lot of confidence that she was now “safe” and insisted on going along.
When we got down to the river, we warned them not to go down the bank to the water because it was very dangerous. The OFF-girl went right down the bank to the river and then pointed at something excitedly. Her hand, the one that had held the bottle of OFF and was the only part of her that had not been sprayed, was outstretched. A cloud of mosquitos came by and swarmed over her hand.
Her fingers were eaten off. Only part of her thumb and pinky remained. She stumbled back up the bank in shock. She was just quiet, staring at her bloody hand. I said that I needed to get them back to camp right away to take care of the hand and motioned for her to come quickly. But she wandered away from us in a daze. The mosquito cloud came back and swarmed over her body. A nasty looking skeleton remained and fell to the ground. I knew her fear and foolishness had attracted the mosquito cloud and was not afraid for myself.
However, all the others were now thoroughly freaked out. They all decided to leave. They were going to hike back to camp and get away from the river. I don’t know if they intended to stay in the jungle or try to hike out on foot. They left hurriedly, in spite of our warnings that they would surely die.
Next we were alone as a family in a rickety wooden house on stilts in the side of the swollen river. We were preparing to leave. The house was not safe to stay in, and we knew we needed to leave. It was also “time.”
The older kids linked arms and Gabe and I carried the little ones and we waded into the river. We waded toward a sand bar that had just a few inches of water flowing over it. There we put the kids up high on the sand bar and waded up on it to rest for a few minutes and talk about the next step.
I saw that we were on an “island” type gravel bar in the middle of the river and that it spread out wide on one side. It was also shallower over to one side. On that shallow side, to our left (we were facing upstream) was a large airtight shipping container. Like a semi truck trailer. It was anchored and floating in thigh deep water.
We waded over to it and put the kids inside. The downstream end of the container was open and Gabe had a very long pole in his hand to navigate with. I volunteered to swim behind the container and steer it from behind. He said I didn’t have to, but agreed it would help.
We started down the river. When we got into deep water I saw crocodiles slipping off the banks with their eyes on me and knew I was not safe. I had to move faster than the current and make my way up to the front of the container to get inside. I had flares with me and broke two of them and waved them at my side, down by my legs as I moved as fast as I could down the side of the container. Gabe helped me crawl inside as I explained why I couldn’t stay in the water.
Everything we needed was in the container and the kids were happy and safe there. We floated peacefully down the dangerous river and out of the killer-jungle. I saw the wide open ocean ahead and knew our journey was over and we were safe now.
On or around 1/12/2011 Gabe had two dreams and these are my hand-scribbled notes on them. Hopefully he will go over this later and make sure I got everything right…
School Protocol
In the first he went into a school building. He noticed that all the adults/teachers/staff were hugely overweight. He went into an empty (but for two) classroom. The female middle-aged teacher (also very large) greeted him with relief and gladness as though she knew him. There was a small boy remaining in his desk in the classroom. The teacher wanted Gabe to help the kid take a test and pass it. It appeared that she had the child’s best-interest in mind, but also that the thing she was asking Gabe to do was “against the rules.”
Gabe was happy to help the kid. The test was concealed in a book cover in which it did not originally belong. He helped the kid take his test. At the end there was a section in which the child had to write some sentences and Gabe was at a loss to help him through it, because the sentences needed to come from a child’s creativity. So he left the child and went up to the front where the teacher was waiting and related to her the difficulty. At that moment a man (hugely fat) came through the door and it was apparent that he was an authority. He gave the teacher a hard time and demanded to know Gabe’s name. Gabe gave him different name like “Joe Smith” and the man left, threatening trouble for them both. The female teacher was like “oh well, there goes my job. I hate this place anyway.”
Gabe went to an auditorium then where all the students and teachers were. It seemed like it may have been later in time. The man that had threatened him was on stage and made an announcement that teacher “Mrs. ____” had been caught helping a kid cheat on state exams and “Joe Smith” was complicit in helping her…. Gabe did not feel in danger or alarmed at the announcement. He just thought, “I guess I should leave now…” and did.
Next he was trying to leave the school. He saw that all the exits had been changed to force kids to show ID/passes in order to come and go. He didn’t see the form of ID used. He saw that at the main coming and going times, a lot of kids slipped through the cracks due to the high traffic. He saw that it was regular school staff handling the exit/pass thing and that they didn’t have a lot of concern or patience for the protocol either. He slipped out, following a kid that had some motive for slipping out without going through the exit protocol. He followed the kid out the door.
He saw that the area was also patrolled by police. He kept following the same kid, who slipped through a hedgerow that lined a pathway. He saw that the pathways had been used as boundaries like this. Most everyone followed the pathways and that it was very inconvenient and even difficult to avoid “protocol.” But he kept following the kid.
At some point the kid crossed an open area and headed toward the outside perimeter at which point he disappeared into “freedom.” Gabe tried to follow, but a patrolling policeman with a dog saw him. Instead of running, he sort of staggered down the path a few more feet and then laid down on the ground like a drunk. When the policeman got there, he nudged him a few times and then said “drunk!” and radioed in to report a drunk and ask for the drunk-tank to be sent to pick him up.
Then the cop eventually wandered away again, satisfied that Gabe was not going anywhere. Once he was gone, Gabe got up and left the premises.
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Thoughts: He told me that he thought the dream was an illustration of events in time. Showing how everyone was “fat” with wealth. The kid he was helping reminded him of someone he knows that he is trying to help, but now wonders if in the end he will be any real help to him… if the time is too short. Also how the “Exit Protocol” was established rather suddenly. Not there one hour, and then there the next. How kids tend to find out the loop holes first. Also how drunks and indigents are less guarded and tend to be ignored.
Mesa Top Land
In this dream he described walking into town and seeing trash everywhere. The town felt “filthy” to him. He walked into a suburb and saw that some friends (he didn’t know who they were but felt like they were friends) were camping in an empty lot between two houses. They seemed glad and excited about being “out.” He thought their relief seemed odd… even ridiculous. As if camping out in the middle of this trashy town was being out. The rural areas of the mountains were right behind them. He wondered why they didn’t just walk out the back of the suburb and up the mountain.
Then he decided to walk that way. Now he was not “in” the dream but was viewing it. He was watching a Navajo boy, a teenager ride a bike up the mesa behind this town. The rough road kept going up and up. He was amazed at how long and rural the road became. He said a vehicle could not have driven on it and the road became part of the mountain and less like a road as he went. He saw the boy get to the top. At the top was a hogan (Indian dwelling) and the boy’s father or grandfather was sitting up there looking out over the amazing view of rural desert for miles and miles. Gabe saw that this old man was “righteous” in a simple sense of loving and taking care of the family and the land, of encouraging this boy to love the things that had true value. He knew that the boy would be okay in bad times if he followed his grandfather’s ways and stayed on the mountain with his sheep.
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I don’t think we had any thoughts about this one as it seemed pretty straight forward. Oh, he did mention that the “trash” seemed allegorical for the “ways” of people now in contrast to the ways of God. Uncleanness, filth, sin, the manner of living. The contrast between the friends that were White and “Christian” but wouldn’t leave the filth and the Navajo boy who didn’t know anything about “Christianity” but was happy to leave the filth behind and live alone on the mountain with his grandfather. It reminded me of the verse: 
Rev 18:4 And I heard another voice from heaven, saying, Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues.
Bottles of Homebrewed Wines and Meads
I haven’t had a computer for several months now, which makes posting new dreams difficult… I have a few scribbled down on paper somewhere, and when I find them, I’ll be posting them… Hopefully I’ll get another computer soon.
In the meantime, this is what I’ve been up to lately. Brewing my own wines and meads. Food preservation methods is one of my favorite hobbies. Making my own wine is one of the newest attempts at food preservation. I had read that meat (before refrigeration) was sometimes preserved in wine and I wanted to try it, but I needed a sulfite-free wine. So I made my own. It turned out great and I’m still brewing. The chunk of raw meat, submerged in wine, is still good after 8 months.
In this pict you see Muscadine and Tart Cherry mead, Chai Tea wine, Banana Spice wine, Raspberry and White Grape wine made with a wild yeast, and Ancient Orange Spice Mead.
RA
About a week ago I dreamed that we (as a family) were standing at a distance from a crowd of people. We heard that a bee hive was swarming. Then all the people came running our direction. They seemed like children; immature and without caution, but they seemed like a mixture of both adults and children. Some of them were showing us the brown wax that the bees had left behind… eagerly telling us about the bees swarming.
I heard the bee swarm coming our direction and turned to look. The swarm was as large as a semi tractor trailer. Gabe told us all to lay down under a table we were standing by. It was small, like a card table. He had us all lay face down, and then laid in the middle with his arms stretched out over us, as if to cover us. He also told the others to get down until the bees passed by. But they didn’t listen to him.
The bees swarmed over and landed on everything. They were like a thick blanket on everything around… except for us. The people were not at all harmed at first, but they continued to be foolish by waving sticks at the bees, scraping them off of stuff with sticks, annoying them on purpose.
Gabe told us not to look and to keep still. So we did. I knew that the bees had begun to sting everyone else. Soon it was quiet except for the hum of the bees. I was wondering how we would ever get out safely and was praying for deliverance.
A beekeeper appeared to our left and built a large fire. He told us “stay still until I say for you to go. Then go.” He built the fire and then fanned the smoke in our direction. A thick cloud of smoke engulfed us. It covered the bees as well. They grew quiet and sat down as if confused.
Then the beekeeper told us to “go.” Gabe had a baby tucked under his shirt and two other in his hands. I also had a little one and the older children were holding hands and following close behind. Again Gabe told us not to look at the bee-covered bodies on the ground.
We came out of the bee swarm safely and walked into the distance. I knew we were safe.
Last night I dreamed I was a person of some influence and sway in the religious community. Young, single, and female. There was a national call to join the US military. It was spoken of as the patriotic thing to do. Churches were also pushing this movement and encouraging their young people to serve God and country. I had decided to “lead” the Christian youth of America by my example and join.
There was a hesitation and question among the fundamentalists. The military was now giving a tattoo on the upper right arm, near the shoulder that was a symbol of loyalty and meant that you had sworn to obey and protect the United States (whatever that is.) The tattoo seemed like a visual mark of another “oath” or mark that you had taken. (I think it was secondary to the ID chip, but that was not addressed in the dream…) I knew that the tattoo was the issue that the fundamental Christian groups had taken exception to and were debating. They were arguing amongst themselves about whether or not it was the “Mark of the Beast.” The most common belief was that it was not, because it was on the shoulder, not the forehead or the arm. Also, they all believed that Christians would all be raptured before that biblical “mark” was issued… so this couldn’t be it.
However, there was that oath of fealty and obedience that you had swear to the mark. There was also that fact that life as a free citizen was beginning to revolve more and more around who had taken the oath (with evidence, but not necessarily a tattoo).
So. I was invited to speak to a group of highschool and college age Christian young people and to publicly tell them that I was joining the military and why I felt like it was the Christian thing to do. The pastor was very excited about it and told me that I was a true inspiration and that this would help calm the fears of a lot of young people.
However, the Spirit of God began to warn me that I was wrong. I didn’t know what to think. Everyone that I knew and respected told me that I was on the right track. But I felt a gathering doom and dread and began to pray desperately.
A rather odd, bearded young man had rented an old room in the back of the old church building on the other side of the church property. I heard that he was a little “wacky” but that he spent all his time studying the Bible. They said he was nuts. But I ran into this man and asked him what he thought about the “mark” and what was happening world wide.
The man seemed like Gabe to me in the dream… or similar in spirit. Much younger and less mature. He talked rapidly for several hours and told me all that he had found in Scripture. I wondered why he had not told the pastor what he thought… or the young people there. He said he had no audience to speak with them… they would not hear him. They thought he was crazy.
I prayed more and thought a lot. Finally it was time to give my “testimony.” In the dream I felt awkward and hesitant…. like I didn’t want to “speak” and felt like it wasn’t appropriate. But I also felt like God was saying “say the truth” and implied: “and be willing to die.”
The pastor gave a warm and excited opening. He was so “thrilled” for the young people to have this opportunity to hear from a real “warrior of faith.”
I felt worse and worse but knew what I had to do.
I said; “The mark/oath is now a necessary… meaning you have to show it… in order to pick up your child from the dentist or _____.” (I can’t remember what else was here.) “It is mandatory in order to get a driver’s license in every state but one. You can not join the military and fight for “God and country” without taking this oath. In most of the largest, most popular shopping businesses, you cannot make a purchase without this mark. You certainly cannot start a business without it.”
I have prayed and thought long and hard about this decision on taking the oath and the tattoo in order to do what everyone believes is right. This is what God has shown me:”
(At this point the pastor looked relieved… he was beginning to get worried but now he seemed to think I was going to shatter everyone’s fears.)
I continued by reading aloud:
“In Lev 19:28 Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you: I [am] the LORD…. This was spoken to the priests… instructing them that in order to be sanctified and set apart to God, they could not make any marks upon themselves.”
Then I turned to a passage that I remember as being the “connecting thought” between the verse above and the last verses which are in Revelation. However, upon waking, I could not remember what I had read. ( The verses below (in Mark) communicate what I “felt” and wanted to say: that the mark is about allegiance. It is about “belonging.” And God is jealous of His “image.” )
Mar 12:14 And when they were come, they say unto him, Master, we know that thou art true, and carest for no man: for thou regardest not the person of men, but teachest the way of God in truth: Is it lawful to give tribute to Caesar, or not? Shall we give, or shall we not give?
But he, knowing their hypocrisy, said unto them, Why tempt ye me? bring me a penny, that I may see [it].
And they brought [it].
And he saith unto them, Whose [is] this image and superscription?
And they said unto him, Caesar’s.
And Jesus answering said unto them, Render to Caesar the things that are Caesar’s, and to God the things that are God’s. And they marvelled at him.”
Then I remember reading the verses in Revelation that mention the “mark.” Maybe these:
Rev 13:17 And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.
Rev 14:11 And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the mark of his name.
Then I looked up and said; “This is why I believe it is wrong for me to take this oath and this mark and why, before God, I cannot do it… not because it is “the Mark of the Beast…” maybe it is… but because I belong to God, and I cannot make a mark upon myself or take an oath that indicates that I belong to anyone or anything else.”
Then I walked out of the building, across the parking lot and past the room where the guy was staying who had told me all the stuff he had found in the Bible. There was a girl trotting beside me asking me what I was going to do and why. She was nervous and afraid. I told her that I had to leave now. That it was not safe for me to be “here” anymore.
As I passed the room I called out “I am leaving now… I am going… will you come with me?” I called out three times as I continued to climb a hill that led “away.” At the third call, the guy came out of the room and he had backpacks and gear. He was already ready and now handed me a pack and led the way over the hill. We left everything that we knew.
The dream continued in more familiar scenes that didn’t have much of a story line and I awoke now and then throughout the rest of the dream… I felt like the “real” part of the dream was the first part which I have written above.
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So, we prayed about this dream. A lot of the stuff in it are things I already think/know… so, could be a projection of my own thoughts. However, the interesting part to me was the tattoo on the upper right arm of servicemen. This is something I have never thought or heard of. It was portrayed as “cool” and something to be proud of. It seemed like a secondary, visual mark to the ID mark… Gabe says the Roman empire put a tattoo or brand on the arm of it’s soldiers, and also required an oath to the Emperor. I did not know that before today. The rest may be my own thoughts, or not, but it was the setting so I included it.
I had this dream a couple months ago and never had time to write it down. I’m guessing it was sometime in September when I dreamed this…
There were several different scenarios in which I watched different people, or groups of people, who had not taken the mark (the chip, I think) be apprehended by the “authorities” and taken for “questioning and processing.” So, I will describe some of the most memorable scenarios below, but first I will outline some facts that I knew to be true while I was dreaming:
1) The time was fairly soon after the mark was issued.
2) There was a large, new, group of “authorities” that were not really police. They reminded me of community service type people as a lot of them were young… but not all. I don’t think they answered to the police… but rather to others of their own kind.
3) It was not possible to buy groceries in a regular store now. I remember being afraid that there was actually some kind of detector at/near the grocery store door itself, alerting someone that a chip-less individual had entered. I believed the same systems were also installed on any kind of government building, including schools, etc…
4) The control of this new system did not stretch beyond city/town limits. It seemed to be too difficult to control the rural areas… or too expensive. They also seemed to assume that everyone has to come to town sometime.
5) It was still possible to exist in town by living out of dumpsters and sleeping outdoors like an indigent. Some people also seemed to be existing off of the goodwill of “legal” relatives and friends. But, just like now (in our town) the public service van is always looking for drunks and out-of-order bums and picking them up to detain them overnight, there were now vans driving around looking for people that looked like they were loitering around the backsides of stores and begging, rather than shopping.
So on to the dreams…
First Scenario:
I saw a group of about 3 people living the way I just described… eating out of the dumpster and living outdoors and with friends mostly. They were young people. They did not strike me as religious, just in opposition to the loss of liberty. They were refusing to comply with the system in a quiet manner. It was autumn and I noticed that the main guy wore black gloves with the fingers cut off and a jacket-vest. While they were digging for food, they were caught and taken for “questioning and processing.” The building was utterly plain and unidentifiable to me. There was only one “cop-like” person guarding the foyer area. It was like a waiting room with hard plastic seats along the walls and a vending machine. The “cop” dude stood out there occasionally opening and closing a door to the interior of the building. This door seemed to lead to cells or detaining rooms. There was a desk at the back of the room where a secretary type person was working behind heavy glass.
I will call the three unlawful people the “Good Guys”. The good guys were separated and taken individually to part of the building that was opposite of the cell/holding room side. The guy that brought them in sat down and waited in the waiting room.
The good guys were then questioned by someone who had been hired to go over a list of questions. I don’t remember all the questions but here are some of them:
“Why don’t you have the chip?”
“Are you a t3rr0r1st?”
“Do you consort with t3rr0r1sts?”
“Where do you live? Where do you stay? Whose house are you staying at?”
“What are the names of your friends?”
“What are the names of the people you have stayed with?”
“Who have you talked to and been with during the time in which you have participated in t3rr0r1st activities?”
There was a constant badgering for names and addresses. There was also a constant assumption that to refuse the mark was an act of t3rr0r1sm. I saw that a good way to handle the interrogation was to act like a mentally-handicapped indigent and to not have any friends or family. The guy I was watching did this.
He was eventually sent out for “processing.” This was a lot like being sent out of driver’s court, after being told to go get your license and come back. When he entered the foyer, the authority that had brought him there was waiting to escort him to a nearby building for his processing. I knew that this would be paperwork, etc… and then having the chip implanted. He would then be released. He was escorted out the door and looked around. There was no one with a weapon anywhere near and the rural hills beyond the city were in plain sight. The good guy took off running for the hills. His “authority” shouted at him and chased him for less than 30 feet, then went back inside to report a runaway.
The second scenario:
I then dreamed about a couple of people who heard the mark was going into effect and was already in all the main grocery stores and main places in town. They left town on foot because there were roadblocks on all the main roads leaving the city. They then went to rural gas stations and bought all the chips and nuts and candy bars that they had cash for and loaded it all into a duffle bag (all the same day.) It got cold and they ate all of their food and were getting hungry and talking about what they should do. I knew that if they would just go ahead and hike into the mountains, that God would take care of them there. I don’t know how. They talked about doing this and thought maybe they would. First they stopped at a house in a rural area that had an old garden in the backyard, now wilted and decayed looking. They asked the owners if they could dig around in the garden for any root vegetables that they might have left behind.
The owner of the house was a good, kind man and knew why this couple was hungry and running without having to ask. He told them yes, and then went to his pantry and loaded a bag full of food for them. I saw that he did not have the mark yet either, but that he was not prepared for the long haul and was undecided about what he would do. I think his wife did have the mark already.
The couple left with a lot of food and decided to head for the mountains.
In the third dream scenario:
I saw another person being caught in the city and knew that this person had been caught before and had run away before receiving the chip. When he was brought in for processing he was recognized and guarded more carefully during the whole process. He also played dumb and paranoid, like a street person. He was put in handcuffs and led out to be processed. I saw him consider attacking his guard in order to knock him down and run away. I saw that this was a viable option. In one version of the dream, he did hit the guard and throw him to the ground and take off running. He was stuck with handcuffs on and this made him awkward, but he did get away. Now he needed to find someone who would help him get the handcuffs off.
In the other version of this same dream I saw him decide to go with his guard and he got the chip. His handcuffs were taken off and he was released. He left the city and sat down near a rural gas station with a borrowed pocketknife from someone (I think that’s how he got it) and cut deeply into his hand between his thumb and forefinger and dug something out. He left it there on the ground and walked into the mountains.
In other smaller pieces of scenarios I saw people even be able to sneak out of the questioning building before processing without ever being seen because God (I believe) distracted their guard. He would be at the vending machine with his back turned, or pacing in the corner on a cell phone, or something… and the good guy could just walk out. In those two cases I think the good guy was a girl…
I also saw in a few cases how if you were caught more than once, it was much harder to get away, and if you were caught more than twice, you were “taken away.” So, it was important to leave the city and not come back. I also was constantly persuaded that God’s protection and provision for the good guys was up in the mountains… not in town. It took a lot of faith to walk into the on-coming winter in the mountains with no hope of shelter and food. But I knew it was there. I also knew that this time of it being possible to get away wouldn’t last forever… I knew there were some people in town waiting in their houses, and that they would wait until it would become much colder and harder to get away.
Anyway… this was super long and wandering… the dream was even more so. Hope it is useful. We did pray about it and Gabe thought I should post it when I had a chance. I finally did.
RA
Had a dream last night (which I won’t post) which seemed to convey a number of ideas specifically surrounding the symbol of the “owl.”
A large owl was identified as a hunter of live prey who hunts with the intent to tear and destroy.
The “owl” is attracted to, or easily finds, those who are “scarred and abused” and also without “covering.” These were the specific ideas conveyed.
One without covering can even with some creativity “cover oneself” in the hand of God if their given “covering” (father, husband, etc) is ineffective.
Gabe’s thoughts:
Upon praying, we felt like the definition was to help define part of an earlier dream titled “The End of Time.” Also felt like it is very important for believers to stay under “cover.” This means to stay close to God… as your covering. If you seek cover from anything else; insurance, savings, religion, careful preparations, etc… you are out in the open and fair game for the “owls.”
The owls in both dreams remind him of “low end” administrative type cops. The ones with the least real power, and the biggest attitudes.
Stay out of sight, out of mind. Don’t go where they are. When they come to you, stay in God’s hand, depend on Him and His covering.
Last night as I prayed before going to sleep I asked God if He would show me “what is going to happen next?” I think I meant this question sort of subjectively; like, what is going to happen to us next, or what is going to happen in the world that concerns our family, etc… But my question was not specific. Immediately I felt that God answered “I’ll tell you.” I was half asleep by now, but roused myself enough to tell Gabe “I think God is going to tell me something tonight…” and then I fell asleep. I dreamed the following before midnight last night… so the date would be yesterdays.
I dreamed we were driving in our white suburban up a rural mountain road/hill. The kids had gotten out to hike up behind the truck. I was watching them out the back window and worrying about the youngest being able to keep up. Gabe was talking to me about someone who he was describing as “greedy, evil, quick to shed blood, without remorse and unrepentant of the vilest deeds…” Then it seemed as if the speaker changed and it was God talking instead. He said,
For the next 80- 90 days (from this point on referred to simply as “80″) they will withhold that which is owed to the people by means of a lie. By means of deceit will they withhold it and test the people. For 80 days they will test them and withhold to see what the people will do and at the end of 80 when they pay what they owe, they will not be forgiven. Nor will I forgive them; though they repay all that they owe, I will never forgive them.
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I awoke and prayed about this dream, unsure as to who “they” are and who will not be forgiven. I’m not sure I know now either, but in the dream I assumed them to be the powerful American men that rule our country through money or politics or both. I think the 80 days began today or yesterday because of the way it was said: “for the next 80…”
Gabe and I both prayed about it a lot today and talked about what it could mean. He said he heard news that the Federal Reserve announced yesterday that they will now begin to devalue the dollar. The NIA (National Inflation Association) also announced a couple days ago that a loaf of bread will soon cost around $23. Dollar devaluation and inflation go hand in hand. NIA’s special U.S. food price projection report is now available to download for free at: http://inflation.us/foodpriceprojections.pdf So, Gabe thought it might be a food futures scam… resulting in artificial scarcity. The food is there, but poor people can’t buy it.
Gabe did feel that it is important to warn people not to be complicit. Whatever policy is being pursued here, don’t agree with it, don’t share in it, don’t do it. If you owe your neighbor and he asks you to pay up so he can buy bread, pay what you owe. These people will never be forgiven for what they are about to do. Don’t join them.
If you are righteous, God is your provider. Holding on to the world will cost you everything. Hold on to Him and you will obtain life everlasting.
Mel Gibson
I want to preface this with the fact that I never read tabloids, we don’t have a TV, and we rarely watch movies. However, last night we had a “date” and had watched a recent movie starred by Mel Gibson.
Afterward we were praying before bed. We prayed for a while, for friends, wisdom in our work, asking for protection in the days coming, etc… and toward the end I felt I should pray for Mel Gibson. I paused, thinking “uh… I don’t know him…” and then obeyed.
All I said was “God, I pray for Mel Gibson…” and then a very clear image came to mind of a large African Lion, with a mane, lying in the tall grass. I first saw the golden eyes, glowing through the grass; they seemed so close and real to me I was a bit unnerved at the sight. Then I saw that this beast had torn many prey, and fought in terrible battles. But now he was crouched down as though hiding in the grass. The word that came to mind was “abashed.” And then I saw the mighty lion starve and whither away in that same position.
I prayed again (by the Spirit) “God, I pray that you would strengthen and lift Mel Gibson to fight again and to rend his prey. Lion, you were made to rend your prey… rise and fight again.”
And that was all. It was unusual… I don’t make a habit of praying for celebrities. But God knows this man and has need of him to fight again.
RA
Last night I dreamed a large dark cloud gathered in the sky. Out if it, and to my left, flew an enormous male Eagle with lightening speed. Just after the Eagle came a male Mountain Lion leaping out to my right and also with great speed. They both seemed released, or sent-out, to do a task speedily.
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When we prayed about it this morning, my only thought was that the Eagle is government and the Lion is military.
I saw a rainbow falling with the rain
Anchored upside down to a cloud
It laughed and stretched out like a happy smile
And never touched the ground but only teased,
“if you could only climb up here with me.”
I hope that I can dangle like the bow
From the cloud that anchors me upside down
And shine in seven colors in the sky
A prism in the virga of my life
So someone else can see me smiling there
And know that rain is fleeting and will pass
Then they might find themselves shining too
Anchored to their cloud somewhere else.
RA
This is a dream my 9 year old son had a couple nights ago.
“We were at Granddad and Granny’s house and it was Saturday evening in the summer time. And Granddad walked out of the room for some reason but Dad was sitting on the couch staring at the TV and it was the news. Some rocks fell out of the sky into the ocean and broke through the ground under the ocean and made huge waves that were destroying almost half of California. But before that the sun was very hot and it was evaporating lots of water from the ocean. It was going to make a very bad winter, worse than the winter in the Little House Book, “The Long Winter.” Or maybe it would rain in some places; like too much rain. They were showing pictures on the TV of California.
So we got in the car immediately and drove to our house and picked up just a few things like sleeping bags and water jugs. And Dad was driving like crazy far out into the forest. We drove past a mountain that I remembered seeing before. And we kept driving till it was dark and I couldn’t tell where we were going. We were going to a place where we’d be safe.
Two nights ago I dreamed we were on a road that followed the path of a river. Even in the dream it seemed like the road and the river was “going with the flow.”
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Just a couple hours ago I had this dream. It followed a couple of nightmares, in which I was being threatened by a demonic presence that seemed to have significant authority on the earth. It/the spirit was persistent in communicating that we are not going to be safe and that “he” is going to destroy us.
Last night I dreamed about a large scale evacuation process.
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A couple nights ago I dreamed about a man, a scientist I think, who was being held against his will in a small town/village in northern Slovakia.
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So… this is usually Ruby’s dream blog, but I (her husband) often have dreams as well and need to record more of them. Here goes:
I was working on a project on a college campus where we were integrating all the current assistive technology services (for the blind, deaf, after hours inquiries, any service that required special accessibility considerations) and otherwise centralizing or making interoperable all of the campuses current “access technology” (there is probably an official or common term for this, but I don’t know it off hand…).
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Twice lately I have dreamed that we were “shopping” amongst illegals… I think at least in one case they were Mexican. I had the feeling that they lived and moved in different ways, outside the system. They were happy for our business (buying and trading for produce).
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About a month ago I had this dream:
I saw a very large and beautiful home set some place like rural Colorado. It was a “secret entrance” in the middle of nowhere for privacy sake.
In this dream Gabe and I were children, exploring the place together. We went into the house and found that it was vacant. No one lived there. Then we found a door that led down, underneath the house.
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This was a fun dream… I dreamed that there was a music and lyrics competition which was sponsored by a TV commercial company.
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This dream seemed very allegorical from the beginning, and I knew I was being taught a concept with the story…
I dreamed there was a young woman, unmarried, virgin, whose deepest desire was to totally and completely please God and obey Him. She earnestly sought Him day and night and wanted to commit her life to full time service to God.
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I’ve had several dreams in the last few months but had no time to record them. Hopefully I’ll get a couple of them up today, and more later…
In this dream there was a woman and her children who had suffered abuse from the husband for a while already. She was an average woman, but had repented of rebellion and had been earnestly seeking to obey God by being a good wife. However, her husband was unrepentant and continued to abuse them verbally and physically (although not obviously.)
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A few nights ago I dreamed we were driving down a small road in a suburb neighborhood. The houses and yards all seemed fairly wealthy and “American.” The road was a well-kept two-way with occasional cars parked on the sides in front of the houses.
A few nights ago I dreamed about a time in the future in which there were several requirements each citizen of the USA had to meet in order to be legal. I’m not sure what all of them were, but some were “Current ID” (whatever that means) and “No hoarding” and “Current Vaccinations” plus other various things that sounded fairly harmless.
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Last night I dreamed about a Native American wedding. It was not a people group I am familiar with, even though we live in the middle of Navajo land.
A few weeks ago I dreamed about a river that ran through a very uncared for land. One side of the river spilled over it’s banks and the land was wet and very fertile. This side belonged to people that would not work the land or let anyone else work it. The other side was dry and barren.
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I had two dreams in the last month about hover craft. The first one was nearly a month ago when I was quite ill and never recorded it. The last one was a few nights ago. Both of them seemed to warn about a hover craft that was a “seek out” type of technology that enabled the enemy to find people wherever they were hiding.
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I’ve actually had a few dreams lately that I have not yet written down, not sure if I will… but this one needs to be written before I forget it:
A couple nights ago I dreamed about a cool family who have 5 children ranging in ages from about 8 years old to 18. I say this dream was about them… but I’m not sure it was directly… I think God just used their family in the dream to represent a group of people. I think this family actually does “hearken” but in any case… they were the ones used in the dream:
Their oldest son was on the cusp of independent manhood. He was wise, talented, handsome… everything admirable. This son represented generations of the family name. The whole family was “in” him in some sense. He was their “beauty.”
He died a sudden untimely death.
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I had a dream 4 nights ago and wasn’t able to record it until just now. A son of a wealthy family had died.
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I had this dream almost a week ago, but haven’t had time to write it down until now. I dreamed were in a building in which a large party was about to be held on the top floor. We didn’t really want to go to the party, although we had been invited.
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Last night I dreamed I saw a map of Saudi Arabia.
I had awakened earlier with a dream that we prayed about and decided, after praying, that it was a “lie.” And so, having disregarded it, I fell asleep again while Gabe was still praying.
A little while later, while he was still praying, I dreamed I was shown a map of the country of Saudi Arabia. I recognized the shape, and then saw two blue areas appear, as though covered with water. I noted that the largest area was triangle shaped and the tip was right on the largest city “indicator” dot, but did not know the name of the city (Looking at a map, it is apparent that this is Riyadh).
I noted the second triangle had no tip, but opened into a water way that seemed like a wide river, or narrow sea to me. This second triangle separated the eastern most part of the country from the mainland, and made it into an island. I noted another significant city marker on the east edge of the second triangle’s tip (evidently this is Abu Dhabi).
I awoke and told Gabe the dream. We prayed about it, and I fell asleep again.
I dreamed I was talking to a woman who was a believer and she lived on the edge of the western mountain range of the same map, near the south border. (According to the map, she lived near Sanaa, Yemen.) The woman was American and her husband was working in the area. She asked me if the area they lived in would be safe. I looked at the map again, and saw that the left tip of the largest triangle was east of the area the woman lived in, and that anyone in the western mountain range should be “safe.”
I got the impression that this map is about a disaster that will happen before the end and that it is a “trouble,” as in a cause of more trouble: political / religious / financial / oil flow disruption?
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I awoke and asked Gabe if there was a mountain range on the west side of Saudi Arabia (I had no idea, and he didn’t either.) There is.
Gabe printed off a map so I could draw what I saw. My first thought was “Oh. No, that’s not right. The northern border is not like what I saw in the dream.” This made me doubt the dream, but when I told Gabe, he said to sketch the border the way I dreamed it, and just tell the dream plainly.
So, there you go. The yellow line in the image above is a rough estimate of what I saw. It followed a river, and the Persian Gulf was not as big as it is now. I looked at some ancient maps just now and I see that the borders of ancient Babylon were along the Euphrates river. South of the Euphrates was pretty uninhabited until oil was discovered. In most of the ancient maps, the Persian Gulf is not as wide as it is now. I think perhaps I saw an ancient map, with modern cities marked on it.
I don’t know what the map means. I think the blue triangle areas are under water. I’m not sure how this could happen, or when.
This was a funny dream that I didn’t remember until just a few minutes ago. Last night I dreamed I was watching a woman a few hundred years ago. She was snipping the casing on a blue-gray corset, and pulling the whale bone out.
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A few nights ago I dreamed about a stretch of interstate that looked like I40 between Nashville and Jackson, TN. It was flowing with water.
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My 7 year old son had this dream last week. He had heard me tell my dream about honey for perspective, but his dream was so different and had so many strong symbols, we decided to record it. We made an audio recording of him telling it, and I will just type it as though he were telling it…
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This was a curious riddle of a dream that I had night before last. The entire dream was presented in symbols and poetry.
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I had this dream a week ago. I was watching someone build an emergency shelter. The person was not a grown man, but either a woman or a boy… I never saw anything but their feet and hands.
A friend just emailed me a question that she was having trouble posting as a comment:
Could you and or Gabe look at this, please. I have been reading the site from The Watchman Report. And here is the link to the specific page:
http://www.propheticwatchmanvine.com/watch18.htm
This is a response to some emails I’ve received lately, as well as some of my own thoughts about getting ready. A good portion of my dreams are apocalyptic in nature. Are they prophetic? Well, that’s for each reader to decide. As for us, we are taking them seriously and are praying a lot these days.
I’ve noticed some folks out there are beginning to get a little worried… if, for some reason you can’t move to the rural mountain areas yet, then here are some practical things I recommend doing now..
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This was possibly the worst dream I’ve ever had.
I dreamed that I was asleep and then awoke to a regular day. Time passed and I saw events come to pass that are prophesied in Scripture. I was distressed to see people I love experiencing horrific distress. Sickness, famine, war, death… These are just words. How can I describe the way famine looks? The way pain-induced insanity rings in the ears? How violence upon loved ones breaks the mind? I was overwhelmed with grief because I had not warned the people enough to convince them to leave the cities and the coasts… grieved that they had not believed me. It was too much to bear.
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Police State
I don’t remember all the specifics of all the dreams I had last night about this subject. There were at least three. Now, you should know that I don’t have a television, radio, get the paper, or read internet news. I wish I had the time!
Wow, I’ve been gone for a while. We traveled for two months, and then I’ve been so busy teaching K, 1, and 2 grade I haven’t recorded my dreams like I should. I’ll try to briefly write down three of them that stood out to me. There have been a few personal ones about people we know in the last few months, but I keep those hidden from public view. Here are the “generic” dreams I’ve had:
Starvation
I dreamed about people starving to death and how to treat them when given the chance.
Animal World
I dreamed about a rich harvest that provided everything people might need to last through hard times, but it was followed immediately by a time in which the world had become hostile, and the animals were eating people.
Last night I dreamed that Gabe had a task to finish and he had to work through the night. The location was like a house or schoolroom that was full of “the world.” There were many people and most of them were our age or younger. They were completely godless.
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Last night I dreamed that Satan kept coming to harass me. Each time I prayed, rebuked him, and he left, only to return. I prayed a long time; I worshipped God and sang songs; I quoted Psalms… Each time he was driven away, only to return when I had become quiet again.
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My three year old daughter and I had the same dream the same night… almost… on the night of August 9.
Daughter: I dreamed about a big dragon in the stars. It was huge. It was pink and the stars were green. The dragon was asleep.
Me: I dreamed about a huge Chinese dragon in the stars. It was iridescent and writhing in anger. Something had awakened it to anger.
We prayed about these dreams but had no particular thoughts on the meaning.
I had this dream last night. It seems to be about a week or two after the first “strike” of a war on American soil. It takes place in a town I am not familiar with. The area looks a lot like eastern Oklahoma or western Arkansas. It is a small town. The weather looks like Autumn, or possibly late Summer. I am viewing and relating to another woman who seems a bit younger than me, and I don’t know anything about her.
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I dreamed about a single girl in her late 20′s and in the dream I was both watching the scene and identifying with the girl (being her) to some extent. The “scene” was rather symbolic or “thought-like” rather than literal and real. It started with her/me laying face down in the dirt outside her home. She was praying
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I had this dream at the beginning of this week.
I dreamed about a community of believers that were having a “gathering” during the harvest season. They were harvesting sweet corn. The women were making a kind of sweet custard with the corn as a treat when the day’s work was over. During the late afternoon they finished work, ate a meal, enjoyed the corn custard (I’ve never heard of this stuff, has anyone else?) and then went outside for a “Bible Lesson” that one of the men was going to teach.
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I haven’t recorded my dreams much lately due to having complications during the last months of my pregnancy. The baby was born safely, and I’d like to record a few of the more interesting dreams I’ve had in the last few months.
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This dream was unlike any other I have had in presentation. It was like listening to a major music production with several different parts/people who also acted out the parts – but it was real. It was also “sung” (at least, partially) in Hebrew. When I awoke, I found it very difficult to relate the dream and had to stop and pray several times for God to give me the “English words” to convey the dream accurately.
I saw a betrothed girl working in her father’s/master’s field behind his house. She was cutting and binding wheat. She was called (in the “song”) “The Daughter of Jacob.” She was betrothed to a man of great power, influence, and wealth.
I realized the existence of two men in her life: the Father, and the Betrothed Husband. However, they seemed to be one person on some level.
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I must have heard or read that word before, but had no idea what it was until last night…
I dreamed someone was reassuring and promising me in ideas and images that *something* would be added to us so that we be not overwhelmed with the burden and weight of what is about to be given. I “saw” a huge mass of something being laid on us – far more than we could carry, and heard the promise of this “idea” that would make bearing the load possible. I tried to fill in the idea with “balance” “strength” “leverage” and none of these words seemed right. In frustration I asked “what do you call it?” The answer was “a fulcrum.” I awoke and asked Gabe, “what’s a fulcrum?” He described a fulcrum to me; a mechanical device that facilitates lifting heavy weights with leverage. We prayed about it and don’t know if the “fulcrum” is a person, or??? However, we do thank God for this promise!
Last night I dreamed that I was in a garden where I was giving (upon request) an assessment on the beauty of two different women. To my left was a palace and more garden grounds which was the “place” of The Virgin, and to my right was a busy, dark place that seemed human in construction and action, and it was the “place” of The Woman.
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I’ve been too busy to record any dreams the last few months but I did have a few.
# I dreamed about a city in the East US that had been captured by the enemy and electric fences were put up around it which minimized the amount of soldiers needed to guard the city. I saw a young family with 2 or 3 children plan and execute an escape. The man took the children to edge of the perimeters near the fence – outside the city. There were small mountains on the other side of the fence and in the distance.
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I had another dream last night that took place on the ocean floor in the Gulf of Mexico.
The Earth’s crust shifted (in my dream), and through a crack (south of Texas) a powerful water current flowed out from a large body of water which had long been trapped under the crust. I saw the current rushing out into the ocean, changing the currents that had established patterns in the area.
The night before last I dreamed about a woman that was very ill and dying. It seemed like every part of her body was failing due to lifestyle habits. She was not old. There was a man who loved her very much, and wanted to be with her. She did not tell him about her failing health, but decided to try to fix it without him knowing. I wished she would tell him, because I got the “feeling” that he could help her somehow, but she had too much pride to tell him.
I dreamed that I and a few others (family and friends) were on a gravel road in a lush, green land. A black horse bearing a rider dressed entirely in black, with face masked from view, came galloping down the road, cracking a whip and screaming at us. I was filled with terror and we all scattered and ran, trying to avoid the cracking whip and the sure death that was threatened us by the screaming black horseman.
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I realized today that I have not written down how we “handle” dreams. I came across a couple websites that claim I’m crazy or mentally ill because I have dreams, and a few others that said I take my dreams as being “above” Scripture. While I feel it necessary to disregard what the fearful and unbelieving folks think, I’d also like to record clearly how we view these dreams, for the sake of other dreamers.
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The night before last I dreamed about Mexico City and the situation the people were in after some major disaster destroyed America.
I saw a “neighborhood” that was so incredibly poor many of the houses were made of cardboard and shipping crates, discarded pieces of lumber and trash. It was hot and the ground was just dirt. The village was built around the sides of a bowl-shaped area. At the bottom of the bowl was a sewage pond/mudhole where the people dumped their buckets of excrement. Children were playing around the sewage pond.
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I found this in my sent email from 8-14-06, and realized that I hadn’t posted it on here:
“Gabe was praying last week and while he prayed I was asleep and dreamed that God said He would prepare a place for us like the “conies” and bring us to a place of safety. I did not know what “conies” were, but I saw a big stone mountain full of holes, and in front of the holes were funny little creatures standing on their back legs.
Last night my 4 year old daughter awoke crying and afraid, saying she had a “bad dream.” She told it as follows:
“An eagle was flying in the sky and looked down and saw something small on the ground. It was me. The eagle flew down and landed near me. It took off a pot that it had strapped on itself. The eagle took disease from itself and put it in the pot. Then it took the disease and put it’s mouth/beak on me and put the disease on me. Then it flew away. The disease was ugly and bad. It had green spots and was white and very bad.”
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I had this dream 4 days ago, but have not been able to record it until now.
The first part of my dream I did not remember clearly, except that I felt there was so much to be done and no one was doing their job, and I was so frustrated with the work that was going undone. It had to do with simple things like cooking, cleaning, and providing comfort for those who were preaching and studying. I saw that no one cooked enough, and no one cleaned up, and that the men were going without proper support from the women. I don’t remember anything specific about the setting – just men studying to preach/teach – and women that were not available to meet their needs.
The dream changed to the second part which is what I remember…
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I had this dream the night of January 23rd, 2007 – a few days ago. We traveled to Tennessee, and the dream occured there. I dreamed that Gabe and I had to visit “a church” for a specific purpose, and upon invitation. It was a symbolic place – not somewhere I’ve ever been. It looked like the most classic stone church building with a steeple, but there was nothing in sight but the little church building.
About a week ago Joe (5 years old) said that he dreamed the following:
“Rysha came in and told me, “Joe, there is a star falling from the sky.” And there was a guy on the radio telling us about it. And you told us to pack everything up and put it in the car…
I dreamed this a week ago, and forgot to record it…
In the dream, Gabe and I and the kids were driving a beat up old van down a road that had unexplored land on either side of the road. The road came to an abrupt dead end, but I could see that the land beyond was beautiful and ripe for the taking.
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I dreamed this the night before last while we were traveling. It appeared to be an allegorical answer to the question “why is life so hard?”
In my dream I saw a group of children trying to make their way safely through a deep gorge full of dangers and stressful situations. As the scene progressed, some of the children disapeared, others refused to go on, and a few grew stronger, and more “experienced” with the trials they faced.
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Last night I dreamed about a hometown in middle America somewhere a few days after the war begins. This town had not been hit by nuclear bombs nor experienced any invasion. However, due to the destruction on both coasts (check the other dreams in “War and Apocalyptic” the town was in severe stress from the loss of communication, common conveniences, and lawlessness.
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I had a dream last night that was a love story between two abused, oppressed young people who were fighting the odds to love and be loved…
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Two nights ago I dreamed I was standing in a solarium, looking out at a large garden/field that was heavy laden with the last harvest of the year. As I watched, it began to rain.
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This last week I’ve been feeling so inadequate and insignificant. I know Gabe has been praying for me.
Yesterday morning I dreamed I had 15 eggs given to me, and I was so excited for them to hatch.
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We went to Chaco last Sunday and walked around the ruins, which are magnificent, to say the least. Very little is known about this people group who (according to accepted ethnology) simply vanished. The literature states that Chaco was the center of Anasazi worship and commerce in this area from A.D. 850 – A.D. 1150. The ruins I saw could house several thousand people. it is out in the middle of the desert, with a deep rift in the canyon in which a trickle of water flows.
I dreamed we were told about a young woman who had started coming to a church and she had special “gifts”. We were encouraged to come to a “meeting” and see her “ministering”. She had been in the occult, but now was going to church and had committed her gifts to God. We were doubtful about this strange information, but went to see.
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Last night I dreamed about a man that was demonstrating a way to harness electricity from lightening. He had made a pole/sword like thing that reminded me of a practice katana, but was twice as big.
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I dreamed about a geeky geologist-type guy who studied from a distance the terrain and known information about another planet. As he annalized a massive dormant volcano (like 100 times the size of any on Earth), he came to the conclusion that at a certain place, due to the soils, the history, etc… there had to be gold – a lot of it. The only problem is that it was on another planet.
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I dreamed this a week ago, the day after the “peace agreement” between Israel and Lebanon went into effect.
I saw three American officers standing inside a white tent. There was a folding card table and a chair nearby. They were in dress uniform and appeared to be about to travel, or as if they had just arrived. Two were “in charge” of the situation. The third was new and was a “friend” of president Bush. He had been sent over to look at the situation; I believe, the smuggling of arms in particular. He was a “good guy” in my mind. He was not under the command of the other two, but didn’t rank as high as they did in the military.
I dreamed about a man and his wife, and another young man that was with them in the early days of America. They were trappers in the South Eastern “states”. The size of the trees and the density of the forests were overwhelming. Even the critters they were trapping seemed huge and fat. The beavers were like small bear, and the elk and deer were so big and beautiful. It was amazing.
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I dreamed that I was with a group of Christians, fleeing a communist crackdown in Laos. We were in the North, and there were a few American soldiers with us who were trying to protect us and maintain communication with the American “back-up” and hold out just a little longer until we could all be saved.
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I dreamed this early Friday morning, July 7th.
Gabe and I were standing outside our house in Gallup, looking East toward Albuquerque. I began with some pre-knowledge that things had been heating up politically, and felt that we had just had an election, or would have elections soon. The year was 2011.
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I dreamed we (as a family) were hanging out with Chuck V. We came across a lamb or a goat kid that was lame, and caught in a thicket on the edge of Chuck’s property. It had a bell and a blue ribbon around it’s neck. There were other homes in the area, near us, across an open field.
In this dream I saw that a group of people had diverted part of a large, swift river into a small channel that was only about 10 feet wide and 4 or five feet deep. The channel wound around for about a mile and did a loop, spilling back into a safe zone of the river, just about where it left again to do the loop. It was a circle.
Last night I dreamed I was sitting in a dark cave or tomb, looking outward toward the light. I “felt” like it was the tomb of Christ, but that He was gone, raised from the dead…
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I had this dream over a month ago, but have been insanely busy…
In my dream I was with family in a Southwest American city, and thought it was Phoenix, but wasn’t sure.
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I dreamed about a city in the North-Eastern states. It was a mountainous area, covered with tall pines. The city was on the slope of a mountain. It had been attacked by ground troups and tanks of white, but foreign, soldiers.
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I think this dream would make a good movie – 
The dream was about another world, less developed, with oceans surrounding the land. I saw a young man, about 17 years…
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I dreamed I was lying on the bed talking to someone not of this world. I think he was Jesus, but in the dream I “knew him” and didn’t think about who he was. He was good, and kind, authoritative, and righteous in intention.
I asked him something like, “So, how does faith work? Like, how can you actually get results – visible, immediate results – from faith?”
I dreamed about a boy/man (couldn’t say for sure) who was sitting on the ground in a clearing in the middle of a forest. There were other people around, and campground stuff that had no clarity, or point to me. The boy was sitting on the ground carefully attending an open, rotten place on his leg. He was trying to “heal”, or fix the wound.
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Last night I dreamed I was in a vehicle with other Americans, mostly civilians driving up a dirt road in a desert-like climate, in an Arab country. I was aware of the circumstances being a time of war, or at least unrest. I felt like I was an American journalist.
I dreamed this a few weeks ago.
I was standing with Gabe on a road in the desert. It stretched out before us into infinity. I “loved” the road. It was thrilling, wonderful, and exciting to stand on. My whole being yearned desperately to run down that road as fast as I could go.
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