Parking Lot Meeting

In last night's dream I was walking from a large building to my car in a huge parking lot like at an arena. I had just been at some sort of conference that I some-what enjoyed. I agreed with some of what was said but not everything. (I think this has to do with what was mentioned on SWRC radio's show yesterday about an upcoming conference called "The Future Conference" somewhere in an M state... can't remember which. Tom Horn was on the program yesterday and though he was interesting, I had a hard time with some of stuff he talked about.)
So as I was walking to my car, I was thinking through all that had been said.
I got a few steps from my car and saw 6 or 7 Jehovah's Witnesses walking to their car. They were talking about eschatology and I caught the sentence, "Well, we have 7 more years." I spoke out, "You mean 4." That was an open invitation for them to start talking to me about their Watchtower pamphlets. They started handing me the little booklets and the thicker one that says, "What The Bible Really Says". I told them I already had all of their stuff. (I've taken a copy from any of them that offer it to me. I read it once, and now I throw them away.)
Well, then they asked if they could pray with me. "Sure," I said. We sat in a circle on a tuft of grass in a section of the parking lot. It was me, then to my left, a girl, then a teen boy, then a woman, and another woman, and a man, then another woman or two, back to me. The teen boy started the prayer... I thought about how many people had to pray before I got a turn. But as he started his prayer he said, "Thank you God for all these sexabilities..." The word that should have fit was "possibilities", but because he said it all wrong my mind picked up on it being a dream, and I woke up.

I haven't had any interactions with JWs recently, so who knows where that came from, but the rest seems pretty straight forward. Well, other than the word "sexabilities".

Tidal Wave

Real quick... (Cause I gotta go to church)

Last night I had a dream inside a dream.
I had a dream that there was a tidal wave and that my family was safe. Then I woke up (inside the dream) and was getting up with my husband. We lived in an old Victorian three story house up on a hill. We got dressed and I noted that everyone else was asleep. That included my kids and my aunt and one other child... maybe my niece or nephew. We were all on the top floor. I walked down stairs with my husband and out to the front porch. I looked down the hill to the main street of the town. (The hill we were on was at least a half a mile above the rest of the town). We were both standing there like with our morning coffee or something and a white rolling cloud could be seen in the distance. As I focused on it I could tell it was a tidal wave crashing through the city. I looked at my husband and said, "I dreamed this! Don't worry, we'll be OK. We need to go upstairs." We thought about waking everyone up, but I had a peace about being OK, so we didn't.
Then I woke up for real... pretty freaked.

Weird huh?

New York Storm

Halloween night I had a dream about a huge storm in New York.
Hurricane winds ripped through the city. Windows of sky-scrapers burst, and shattered glass rained down on people. Tornado funnels took chucks out of buildings.
It was a very realistic and disturbing dream.
I wasn't there. I was watching it like a movie with various camera angles etc.
Again, nothing I've watched or seen recently explains why I dreamed of a storm, or New York...

Earthquake in Class

I had multiple dreams last night, but one stands out from the rest.

The one I want to talk about is one about an earthquake.

I was in a Science class. It was a large class, much bigger than a normal high school room, and it was part of a house. The teacher was a man and we were all at our lab tables. (This is probably because of my daughter talking about her new chemistry teacher yesterday.) There was a TV screen in the front of the room playing a film silently. The earth started to rumble and at first I thought it may have been a bulldozer or something outside shaking the foundation, but soon I realized it was a massive earthquake. The quake lasted for 5 minutes or so. Students started moving around looking for where they should stand, squat, or whatever. I went to the door frame before any one else. The teacher was not helpful and played it off as no big deal. There was no damage done to the class; it was simply a rolling shake that felt like vibrations under your feet. The walls trembled, but nothing fell. I looked up at the screen where I saw that our film had switched over to the news, and though still silent, it showed a map that clearly showed San Fransisco and other parts of California away from the main land. There was a crack that ran down the side of California. I imagined the land sinking into the ocean, though the screen did not show that. I just kept looking at the map, and feeling the rumble, wondering how long it would last, and how much of California would be gone.

That was the end.

Yesterday on my walk I noticed that some cracks in the asphalt trail that I walk on had deepened. I hadn't been on that trail for a while. Since then we have had a small earthquake in a town about an hour south. The cracks have always been on parts of the trail... but I could swear that they grew over the weeks. I hadn't thought any further about it even a few minutes after I saw them on the walk. But in my mind of biblical prophecy I know that greater earthquakes are coming, so my dreaming mind must have latched on to that thought and played it out in a story. Who knows how accurate my map will be... but I was thankful that there was no damage in my classroom.

If we look at it metaphorically... My foundations are being shaken, but my learning is not injured, nor is my person, and I am first to seek safety.
:-)

Cleaning Gloves and Spiritual Warfare

I am loving the breathe right strips! This is my fourth night of wearing them, and I hardly wake up at all during the night. (Somewhat due to that, I've had a harder time remembering dreams.)

Last night's was unforgettable though.

It woke me up around 5 something. (I went straight back to sleep of course.)

I was cleaning a kitchen with my mom. The kitchen looked clean, but then she would advise me to look closer and as the camera lens of my eye zoomed in a whole bunch of yuck that surely wasn't there before appeared.

We mainly worked on the area above the stove. We weren't in my "now" house, or any other house I've ever lived in, it was a future house. Once in the dream my mom even made reference to my "old" house (this one), reminding me how dirty above my stove was there as well.

After that area was done we moved over to the sink. There were piles of minty green rubber gloves hanging over the side of the sink. They looked a bit like medical gloves, but were thick like dish washing gloves, but without the griping textured palms. My mom had on a pair. I also had on a pair of gloves but mine were coral in color and were truly dish washing gloves with the grips and all.

A couple of military men came in the room from the right and stood on the opposite side of the counter island. I started taking off my gloves and they called for the "others" to come and hear some bad news.

I knew what was coming. Then one of the officers said, "We have gone to war." 

There was a rumble of talking among the people (about 20 or so strangers). Basically, the soldiers had announced that World War III had started.

I asked the officer, "Can I say something?"  he motioned for me to go ahead.

"The Bible tells us all about this. We are in what it says are the 'Last Days'..." As I looked around the room a hand full of faces were turning demonic. I searched over all the faces to see if everyone was turning. The room had all but faded and all I could do was focus on one or two faces at a time. Each time one of them (or both) would morph into something out of "The Firm" (Al Pacino movie from the 90s) (or like the kids from "The Passion"). I finally had a thought to focus on my own face, though I couldn't quite get my true image in my mind, but even the image that I got as I tried to think of myself, turned demonic. As soon as I saw the ash gray color start to surround "my" eyes I felt a cold shiver go down my shoulder (I was sleeping on my belly). I jerked and woke my self up whispering "In the name of Jesus" in a strained breath.

This was the first demonic dream I've had in quite a while. I use to have them fairly often back in 2006-2007 when I was involved in a ministry that encountered some demonic opposition.

Anyway... I know that a kitchen is the heart of the home. I've been calling my mom lately to help me deal with some "home heart" issues. On the back burner my eschatology ministry has been sitting untouched, though I'm still listening to new material daily on different radio shows. 

I'm not sure if the demonic opposition was to my "ministry" specifically, or if the dream was saying that my "heart of the home" problems were demonic opposition, even in order to keep me from my ministry... which seems to make sense to me given how this week has played out.

I know people tell me not to live in denial and to work through our family issues; that other stuff can wait... but isn't that just like Satan to hit us in a spot that he knows will take our mind off of what we are called to do?

Guidance... Please God, a little guidance here.

Times (numbers) in dreams

In the very beginning of my dream last night I was in a public rest room. It was all women and I had to go, but could not find an empty stall. Outside of the stalls there were beauty treatments going on and mud baths and such. I waited for a long time for someone to come out. When I finally got in one of the stalls I realized it was connected to the other two beside it, no walls, only the wall that separated them from the 'beauty area'. I didn't like that. I don't even remember ever actually going past that point, though I know I looked in various other stalls to find a suitable one. That dream ended (or morphed) and this one started...

I was on a school trip of some sort. We stopped at a convenience store to get some snacks. I was looking at bags of Japanese snacks that one of the boys said he liked and that they didn't have any... but I found them. It had a pink wrapper. There was a mini Arbys in the store and one of the nerds from my high school came over and asked if I wanted a sandwich. I said yes and he went to get me one. He came back shortly after, needing some money. The Arby's part of the store closed at 12:30 and it was just about to close (even though it was lunch time). The lady at the Arby's counter also came over and I had to figure out if he had ordered me a sandwich, fries and a drink or just the sandwich cause it was seeming a little expensive. I payed her and we went back outside. It wasn't like a parking lot anymore, it was more like a quad at a school and it led to a class room where some students were watching a film about the earth shifting. I sat down next to my ex boyfriend and started to lean into him. The nerd who had bought me the sandwich (kind of) got a little frustrated. I started talking to my ex about the end of the world. He didn't believe me. The video they were watching was showing that just in the past couple of days the earth's surface had moved many miles. We hadn't felt it. But the satellite camera had taken pictures and we were at that moment watching a part of the video that showed a harbor town with lots of personal boats all moving at once up and over what seemed to be a few miles. I asked if he believed me now. Then that part of the dream faded. 

In the next part I was at my house from when I was 8. I was with my family (mainly my mom and my Aunt Debbie) in the living room watching a movie. I had prom that night and was suppose to be there at 7. I had to car pool with some friends and I was going to pick them up at 6:30. I had not started to get ready at all. It was 6:25 when I realized what time it was. My mom and aunt had not let me look at the time... like they had me watching the movie to forget... or maybe I fell asleep during the movie??? Anyway I jumped up and they protested a little. I explained to them the time and that I had to go get ready. I went to put on my dress and when I got in front of the mirror to do my make-up I had what looked like sun burn blister-bubbles all over my face and chest and shoulders. It was horrible. But I didn't freak out as much as you would think. Instead, I started explaining them to the nerd that had been in the beginning of the dream.

And that was the end.

We've already talked about "potty dreams" in a different post, so I won't go back into that, just sufficed to say that this bathroom was dirty and unappealing, open and unsafe... not the place you want to be sharing your 'stuff'.

As for the convenience store part of the dream.  This is the third (I think) convenience store in my dreams over the past week or so... after possibly a life time of never dreaming of such places, so that in itself makes it interesting. Last time the convenience store was the place I went looking for help about the stolen swell sister car... with no luck. Another time recently I was stopping to get gas and some quick food with my dad, the place ended up repulsing me.

So here I am again in a fast food /convenience /gas station type place and things are not going so well. Convenient is not always the best choice... or should I say, hardly ever is. That goes for food as well as for life lessons.

This time there is a time involved. It is not typical for me to have so many numbers in a dream, or to remember them. In this dream they were all times: Closing time, starting time, time to go, 'oops I'm late' time. 

It seems to me that this being a dream that dealt a lot with time and even the end of the world that  the convenience store closing could have to do with the end of conveniences.  It could be for me personally, as I am trying to be healthier, or it could be grander than that. 

I'm not going to jump to any rash conclusions... this is just what jumps out to me (and of course what I've been studying for the past year now). 12:30 looks a lot like half way through the year '12... which is about the time I think 'conveniences' will end, due to the mass amounts of natural disasters up until that point. 

The dream moves directly from that 'closing time' to watching a video about a major shift in the earth (something predicted by many to happen in 2012). I am trying to convince someone I care deeply about. (I still care very much about my first love, just not in a romantic way. Plus I tend to dream of Shane when it has to do with matters of the religion, because we debate about it nearly every time we talk; him being Catholic and me being Protestant.) The nerd I mentioned in the dream (isn't a nerd anymore) and he is agnostic. I don't typically talk to him about religion at all, but my best friend does.

Prom (probably dreamed of because the Swell Sister's 2nd anniversary this weekend was an 80's Prom theme) being at 7:00, speaks to me of completion and the party at the end of the world. The seventh year, the beginning of the Thousand Year Reign of Christ. (Or for a shallower interpretation... that is the time that our Prom started, but we were suppose to be there at 6:30 to set up... I was 5 minutes late.)

Movies and I have a love/hate relationship. I love good movies, but I use them as an escape. Movies are the one thing that I will waste my time doing. I am getting better, but I relapse often. There are numerous things that I need to "get ready" for... things about my end times ministry... things that hopefully will "pick up my friends and bring them to Prom", but I get side tracked with things as stupid as movies. I pray that I am not "late"! 

I imagine that the blisters on my face, neck, shoulders, and chest were just another end time plague (Rev 16:2) that I was trying to explain to my non-believing friend. In the dream they were just like a sun burn to me, not painful at all, just blisters of air, like before you start peeling. I know this is NOT how they are described at all in the bible, but if we're being biblical about it, only those with the mark of the beast will have them in the first place. Perhaps it refers to the part that says we'll be scorched by the sun? (Rev 16:9).

Hmmmm.  Just a thought.

"Pregnant Dreams"

A little foreground...

Yesterday I started the "Truth Project" with the junior high and high school students after church. I'm very excited about that.  

Our youth pastor's baby is due Friday, so that has also been on my mind.

Yesterday was my 11th wedding anniversary. 

I went to bed last night praying that I would have some worth while dreams.

BOY did I!

I had one of a carnival... being there with kids from a class. My son's kindergarten teacher was there, along with many other teachers. One was very pregnant and jumped on a trampoline, fell, but smiled. She was beautiful. There was a fence by the park that was significant.

The next dream I had was that I was given an electronic baby. It was very "real" in size and shape, but had a screen and gears on it's face. It pooped... real baby poop and I went to clean it up in the sink. My mother was there to help me, but we kept hitting the babies head with the door, or the sink edge, or the spout. I was getting mad at my mom and frustrated with myself. The water was not good for the baby. (Duh, he was electric). So the screen went blank like we had killed him. Then words came across it saying that we had to do some steps to fix him or he would explode. It was very nerve-racking.

In my next dream I was pregnant. I was very excited about it. I had only told my family and mom (who was there). I had not even told my sister. I wanted to tell the world. So I decided to go on Facebook. I thought, "oh my sister would be mad if she found out on facebook."  Then as I was walking down the hall, I saw Alicea, (the youth pastor's wife who is due this week.) I stopped her and told her I was pregnant too and "won't it be great! My baby will be born in the same year as yours! Maybe they can get married!" I was so excited!

I had another unrelated dream about having dinner with my husband. (which we did last night, for our anniversary) In the dream he ordered something I didn't want, and I stepped on the tray while climbing down from an elevated picnic table that we were sitting at with an few old high school boyfriends. 

My last dream... I remember the best... and was the craziest...

I was driving down a residential street in a Cadillac. The street was dark feeling. My house from when I was 8 was on a hill to the left. There was a large dip for drainage to the side of the road before the yard started. As I was passing my house I noticed some very small black and brown objects moving in the road. I stopped, did a U-turn and went back to see what they were. I got out and picked them up. They we fetal Rottweiler puppies. There was five of them. They were no bigger than your thumb. I gathered them up and ran them into the house. My husband and kids came in the living room and I asked them to help me. We had Barbie bottles, and My husband got some bowls of cream, but I was yelling at him to go get some formula from the store. I picked the puppies off of my hand and body one by one. There were now far more than 5. The first four were standing on and squishing the runt of the litter. I was so sad for it... it died. After I got the five Rottweilers off, there were some golden retriever, and poodle fetal puppies too. Then I pulled off 3 white fake looking mice. I was disgusted with them and yelled for my daughter to throw them outside. There was also a gerbil looking one that drank a bunch of the milk and was now expanding to 'hand size' and about to explode. I yelled for the kids to take that one outside too, "Quick, before it explodes!"  I was then very frustrated that my husband had not left for the store, I was worried that the milk we had would not be good for them. So pulling the last one or two off of me I ran for the door to go get formula myself!

OK, so... interpretation time.

Pregnant dreams are great! They mean that you are pregnant with something... an idea, a ministry, a new direction.

I know what I am pregnant with, and these dreams only confirmed it. I have an eschatological message that I am sharing on another blog, and with anyone who will listen, but it's come to the point that I am ready to share in a bigger way.  I am working on the fashion show to go with it, but I think there may be opportunities coming to just speak even if that is not finished.

Alicea and her husband have heard a bit of my schpiel (sp) and have both told me (not necessarily about that specifically) that I should teach. My dream involving her was very pointed. I said that our babies would be born the same year! That's this year. I am certain that this is the year that I will be able to teach on eschatology.

The electronic baby makes me think of the internet and possibly my "end times" blog. 

My mom called me today to tell me that in the last Bible study session they had, Beth Moore said that she too believed we are in the Tribulation. This was huge news to me, because I know the denomination that Beth comes from does not hold that stance. Both of our denominations are decidedly pre-trib. So to have Beth speak against that REALLY fuels my fire. I respect her a lot, and it just empowers me to be bolder with my message. So again... It told me that surely, this is the time for my ministry!

My mom being a key person in the dreams is also significant because I specifically tell my mom the new things I find on the subject, and she is one that I am really trying to persuade. She also tells me everything that she hears about the subject. 

As far as the puppies go, if you've read previous posts you'll know that puppies (to me) represent youth. I mentioned just beginning the after church program with the teens. I have also recently volunteered to teach the 4-6th graders if we start a "Sunday school" class for them, cause right now they are in with the little kids (K-up) and it's just too beneath them, IMO. I'm not sure if these two things specifically were what the dream was about, but again (a reoccurring theme) that I'm saving puppies.  This time from the street. One of my biggest burdens with the end times is that there are kids here for it all. I want so badly to tell them about the times so that they will not be scared, but it's such a "parent's thing" to do, that I don't feel it's my place.

Perhaps this is speaking to that. I have actually thought of writing a children's book about the subject that is fictional, and fantastical, but still would 'prepare' them for the coming years.

OH... so much to think about! So much to get moving on... What a morning it has been.

"Speaking at a Pub"

In last night's dream I was at a pub that had two floors like the "Capital Garage" used to when it was open in down town Sac. The people were listening to someone talking. I interrupted the guy, or maybe he was finished when I got up to speak, but I took the stage and started talking about the end of the world. (You can see the types of things I said at my other blog (allabouttheend.blogspot.com). When I was finished a crowd gathered around me asking questions and saying that they really enjoyed my lecture. 

I made my way up stairs with two guys who worked there.  One of them did a back flip in the loft area, then they left to clean up down stairs.  When they were gone I did a back flip too. (These were like trampoline back-flips, not on the floor, but jumping in the air and landing on your feet.) The guys came back up stairs and I told them I could do it too. They didn't believe me and asked me to prove it. At that point we were in the middle of the floor. I tried to jump but the wooden floor was to squishy at that spot. We moved over a few feet, but it was still too soft. So I walked back over to where I had done the first flip; the ground there was firmer, with just a little give. They had to move a ping-pong table out of the way for them to stand there, but I did my flip. I barely landed on my feet, grazing my butt on the uptake. They were only some-what impressed.

The scene changed to having sex with my husband... which lasted a while... then I got up and went to the bathroom. The small sectioned off room with the toilet in it (which is how it is at my house) was flooded with dirty water from the potty. It was gross. I yelled for my husband... 

...Then woke up.

I know the speaking in public thing was brought on by incidences from the last few days.

At my Thursday bible study my friend Rene was on my case to get back to doing my dresses for a fashion show I'm working on based on the 7 Feasts. (I've been on my own case. It frustrates me that I haven't finished the one project standing in my way.) This show may also lead to a speaking opportunity to "explain" the gowns, which has a lot to do with the eschatology. 

Then on Friday I went to a Bible study at another church. It was my first visit. I had an unusual boldness there and spoke up whenever I had something to add to the teaching. (That is something I don't do.  ...but did.)

And finally yesterday I was at a baby shower and one of the ladies had heard about my "end times" study and she asked me about it. I rambled off some authors she might want to look at and gave her a brief synopsis of my views. She said, "You should teach on this. Have you ever talked to Pastor Scott about it?" I said, "No. The official view of the Pentecostal church is pre-trib, so I really don't think he'd go for it." 

All of these incidences, as well as the dream, are really making me think though, of who I could speak to.  Who would be interested?  Where should I go?  hmmmm.

As for the rest of the dream. I think the flip was from a boost of confidence, but that my confidence doesn't work so well when someone is watching.

The sex part, and the flooded toilet... I'm not sure.