This dream was repeated over and over and over and over again as i retold it over and over and over again in my dream. Still, I can only remember certain parts.
I and some friends had gone to see a musical. Part of the musical was an improve section and I was chosen to go back stage and tell the performers what they were supposed to act out over a headset mic. As I was walking back stage I had to walk through another musical that was going on and somehow the headset mic got tangled up with some other sound equipment right in the middle of the auditorium. I couldn't get it untangled so the ushers and producer came to help. While they worked on it I thought of what I wanted to tell the actors to do. I think I wanted to tell two of them to sing "I'm a little tea pot", but the other one, who was Colom, I was going to tell he had to act out being born, grow up and hit all the milestones, becoming an old man. The headset mic broke and they were all very mad and said they had to cancel the musical but we could come back for the second one in a couple of hours. I said I should have just brought my own and then the producer was really mad because she thought I was trying to grab some lime light or something. She tried to lead me back to the other side very fast and leave me behind, but I took my shoes off. I was wearing panty hose and they were too long and stuck out about 4 inches from the end of my toes. They were very slippery but I could take one step to her every two. While I was waiting for the second show, I perused a second hand store in the mall where the auditorium was, I came across a section with old purses and bags. There were some really neat ones, old leather backpacks and such. As I started looking closer behind therm there were some slings. I didn't realize what they were at first, but then I realized they were bladders. Very old water containers made of animal stomachs. I squished and examined each one and decided I didn't really need each one in turn. They all still had water in them and one bladder was clear. When I moved it to examine it closer, as it was quite intriguing some spilled out on me. I was shocked and moved to the next area. I moved some things around and in the back was a framed picture that looked like my little sister. I pulled it forward from the shadows and it as indeed my little sister from when she was a young girl. She was wearing what looked like a girl scout uniform with lots of patches. I thought they were "(something) fire" (not camp fire, it was something different). I called for my mom and to come over and look but she didnt' come. I was so confused as to why the picture would be here. Then I looked at where the picture had been and behind it was a hand full of pictures. I grabbed them and started looking through them. They were all pictures of my children, my sisters children, other people I knew children as young baby's. Some of the pictures didn't make sense though. Like Eythan as a toddler holding Caedon. I was very upset at how MY personal pictures had come for sale in this second hand shop so I started looking around to see if maybe they had been in a box or something that was of worth that had been accidentally sold in a garage sale. I thought possibly by my grandmother. Then back in the shadows, I saw a brown leather wallet. I grabbed it and opened it and it was Jon's. It had his drivers license, all his credit and debit cards, cash, social security card, everything and the pictures were the pictures he carried in his wallet. In the dream he had lost this wallet over 10 years ago and here it was completely intact with all the photos and everything. I called Jon over and he saw and was completely amazed. We began rejoicing and praising God. It was very overwhelming. We left the store and found a food court area where the Perrins, Combes and a host of other people were. I don't know who all was there, but we knew them all but I know for sure the Perrins and Combes were there because all of their children were there. We began telling them about the wallet and everyone was so excited and overjoyed. I was trying to explain how "overwhelmed and stuck" I was and Colom said "It's like this." He stood with his feet flat on the floor, bent at the waist and planted his hands flat on the floor to make a triangle. He said, "Now this his how you get up." He did sort of a push up and with all his might and momentum pushed himself back up to standing. All of the adults were like, yeah right. (here's where it gets sketchy) I remember milk. There was something very important about milk. And the numbers kept being repeat 108, 106, 107. I woke up over and over with these numbers screaming in my head in conjunction with the idea of milk.
I had this dream right before I got up this morning
Then Jon was in the hospital. He had a red and blue tube going down his nose. I thought they went to his lungs for hot and cold water. He had the pictures and wallet with him. They would take the tubes out and he would be fine for a while but then the monitor screen would go all squiggly like a child's drawing with the colors red, blue and yellow. They would put the tubes back in and the screen would be fine. He seemed fine all the time and I'm not sure why he was even there but I was very concerned. I spent the night with him in the hospital (which was also in the mall) and I woke a little as the nurses came in a few times to put the tubes in and out. I was worried it hurt him but he said it was no big deal, he just seemed annoyed and a little concerned. It seemed his lungs needed to be cleaned out or something but none of it was explained or made sense and we weren't asking questions either. Just staying concerned, annoyed and in the dark about his condition.
Jon's Dream The same night:
Susan was preaching and Emily was asked to lead worship with me and I think Sheri Cadenhead or maybe Kat Floyd at some conference or something like that to a large group of people (several hundred-maybe thousands) at a concert hall type auditorium – but reversed. The seats were going down and the stage was at the very top. The people who requested her to speak and Emily to lead worship obviously did not know what they asked for. By the time Susan was done speaking, the audience was engrossed and longing, but the leaders were squirming. Emily and her team got up to lead worship and she decided to throw her set away and wing it. I was using my daughter's $35 dollar acoustic guitar for some reason and it was not sufficient for the job. The songs Em chose required me to use bar cords and pick the lower neck of the guitar. This guitar does not perform adequately on the lower frets, so it was an immediate disaster in our eyes. We heard someone singing Agnus Dei in the crowd and Em decided we needed to sing that song instead. She wanted to play that in the key of G. I was glad to change songs and keys as the guitar would work better in that key on the top of the neck. However, the key was too low for the girls to sing. I immediately knew I had to take over leading the song. I was resistant cause of my feelings about a recent conversation of my vocal capabilities I had with Emily. Basically, they need work. But, I remember thinking (It is what it Is), and I took the lead microphone and started leading the song. To our surprise, everyone was already engrossed in worship, as we had done a terrible job to this point and we knew that these were rather non-believers or new to our teaching and intimacy in worship. But when I started leading Agnus Deio, the level of worship immediately intensified and you could feel the Spirit of God rest on the place. Then a band set up behind us and Billy Idol took the stage and started singing over us with his band. I knew that the leaders had decided to bring him it to quench what God was doing. I took authority over the situation and prayed the Kingdom of God on the place and the Spirit of God manifested himself on the people and Billy Idol. I looked back and Billy was on the ground soaking in God's presence and the leaders of the event just left. We spent the rest of the time praying and ministering to people.
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