Dream Interpretation: Everything about Dreams

2025-12-22T04:22:00.000-08:00

Book Excerpt: The Curse of Lincoln High (My 19th book! This one is Christian Contemporary Fantasy)

Book Synopsis

Students at Lincoln High die or disappear. On land, on the water, and in the air, they meet

mysterious ends. School counselors ridicule rumors of a curse as nonsense.

Timid junior Jeremiah Fischer faces overwhelming problems. The campus bully eats his lunch. His crush Annabelle never looks his way. And dreams of angels, chaotic battles, and heart-shattering tragedy ruin his sleep.

When a mysterious blonde introduces herself. Jeremiah must decide whether to trust her. Jeremiah must overcome old fears, parental expectations, and an ancient evil. If he fails to overcome fear with faith, people close to him will die.

A contemporary Christian coming of age story with elements of fantasy. Clean Christian, good versus evil, fantasy.

Sample Chapter:

Chapter 8, “The Hunt Begins”

PETER STOOD BEFORE THE ASSEMBLED CABIN. “Listen up, knuckle-draggers. Today is the day I look forward to all year. Today is the Camp Duck Lodge annual scavenger hunt. I have won every year for the last five years. Nobody has ever won six years in a row. Until me.”

Wilbur raised his hand.

Peter eye-rolled and, rather than hide his frustration, emphasized it as he wheezed his words and accented the gap between the syllables of the blond-kid’s name. “Yes, Will-burr?”

Wilbur pushed up his glasses. “So then, is it a scavenger hunt only for counselors?”

“Why on Earth would anyone think that, pea-brain?”

“Well, you said—”

Jeremiah grabbed Wilbur’s arm and gave a quick, constrained, shake of his head.

Wilbur clapped his mouth closed.

“If there are no more comments from the short bus, I will explain. You will collect every item on this list except for the last one. That will be self-explanatory.“ As Peter yammered on and soaked his ego in the atmosphere of what only he perceived to be a moment of historical glory, the camp commandant turned the corner.

Jeremiah absorbed the curious scene. In one hand, the man carried a fishing rod and a tackle box. Under the other arm, he carried portly Augustus. Each bouncing stride squeezed a short snort out of the dog. Julius followed. Chin raised, he pranced behind in the manner of a prize show horse.

Someone finger-snapped three times in his face. Jeremiah‘s head jerked back and he looked up.

The other campers laughed briefly at Jeremiah‘s surprise.

Peter stood in front of him and glowered. “If you cost me my record-setting victory, I promise you, no—I guarantee you—that this camp will be the worst experience of your entire, fart-chomping life. I will personally spin Heaven and Earth until your children are born dizzy.”

“We win or place in every event.” Jeremiah threw a penetrating stare into Peter‘s eyes. “I’m confident it will go just fine.“

“It goes however I say, fart-lips.” Peter, once again, postured himself in front of the cabin mates. He fluttered his hands as if he he wanted to cool down his face. “Gather round me, third-wits.”

The boys looked around the circle in unified thought. Are we not gathered around him now?

Peter rolled his head around his shoulders and finished with an eye roll as he moaned. “Why am I always surrounded by morons?”

Wilbur leaned until his lips were close to Jeremiah’s ear. “I knew it. He escaped from the other morons.”

The two muffled their chuckles as Peter droned on.

Gabe side-eyed the giggling duo.

“Every year, they give me a cabin full of hopeless pee-pee brains. They must know that I am the Michelangelo of sculpting clay-brained, meat puppets into—as the French say—champignons. If you want to be a champion, you must follow a champion. And that champion is me and how does a champignon win five unbroken scavenger hunts“ Peter looked around the group.

The cabin mates waited for the vainglorious answer they knew none would ever guess.

Peter grunted again. “Listen up, chowderheads. Did you learn nothing during our afternoon hikes?”

The boys waited.

“Have I shown you nothing?”

The boys waited for an explanation to his vague questions.

“Ugh. You all have to be the most feather-haired lot yet. Have you not yet memorized the list?”

Wilbur raised his hand.

“Yes, butt munch? What is it now?“

“To which list do you refer?“ Wilbur asked.

“Are you Muppet brains completely incompetent? I gave you the list before breakfast.“ As Peter spoke, he pulled his notepad from his rear pocket. He flipped it open and turned a page. “See. It is right here. Thursday morning, distribute scavenger list before breakfast so that pea-soup-brained knuckleheads can memorize before other cabins even see it.“

Timor spoke. “You woke late and rushed us to the dining commons. We never saw a list.“

Peter grabbed his rucksack from the large stump upon which he stood. “If you don’t have them, then why are they no longer in my backpack?“ Peter zipped open his bag as he spoke. He paused for a moment and straightened himself.“Which one of you fart-munchers thinks he can prank me? I know I distributed these this morning. But you all put them back into my bag. Obviously you did this during breakfast.“

The boys looked at one another and shrugged.

Peter grabbed the papers and handed them to Jeremiah. “Give one to every bucket head.”

Jeremiah handed one sheet to Peter. And then he stood still.

Peter stared back.

Some of the campers chuckled.

Peter looked round the circle. His face reddened. “Not me, Stretch! Give them to your cabin mates.”

Jeremiah distributed the list and then sat between Wilbur and Gabe. He held up the paper to read. Wilber and Gabe both leaned against his shoulders, squishing him a bit. All three examined the list.

SCAVENGER HUNT!

Scoring: Only items presented to Judges within the rules will score. Contest ends promptly. No late submissions.

Scavenger List:

straight branch 5 feet or longer from forest floor
stone, perfectly flat and round
A tablespoon of moss
a bit of old trash left by humans in the forest
a large pine cone
12 acorns
photo of wild animal tracks (Beware of snipes!)
bee, long dead and dried (Harm nothing in Mountain Shadow Forest.)
grasshopper, dead and dried
dead ant or photo of a large colony
any length of smoothed drift wood
crow feather
hawk feather
kalmia latifolia, one cyanthiform piece
vaccinium oliginosum, one sphere
triantalis borealis, one of 6 and one of 7 (5 points each)
a beagle (50 points)

Rules: Time: 2 hours. 10 a.m. to 12:00:00 high noon. No exceptions, no excuses. Manage your time. Only the items physically on your team’s table will count toward your score. Each item is 5 points, unless otherwise noted. Most of an insect counts. However, in the event of a tie, the team with the most complete (and long dead) specimens wins.

Any team that intentionally damages the mountain biome or cheats will be disqualified.

“Alright, raisin-brains, You got that memorized? Of course not! Your prank puts my record at risk. You will lose time looking at your lists. Fold them up and jam them into your pockets. Right now, we need to jog a bit and then walk into the fire-pit amphitheater all casual like, so as to be on time and still look cool. Half the battle is, Japanese intimidation, yippee kai yea.”

Wilbur leaned to Jeremiah and whispered. “I really think he has some kind of neuropathy. If he mixed just some idioms, I would impute it to his sluggish intelligence. But all of them… something malfunctioned. Some fundamental barrier is breached.”

“All the lights are on,” Gabe said. “But not everybody’s home.”

Jeremiah felt himself speak. Stunned, he listened same as his friends.“It’s not that. He’s a narcissist. Because he always knows better than everyone else, he never questions himself and refuses correction. He sees everyone as beneath him, so he rejects their wisdom.”

“Yeah…” Wilbur said. “That measures him perfect.”

“Wow, man. I was just thinking it, and you said it first. Like, the entire idea popped into my head.”

“What a wonder,” Wilbur concurred. “I experienced the same.”

At the fire pit, the cabin teams sat in the amphitheater and looked past the counselors, the staff, and the commandant’s assistant. The southern end of Lake Mordred formed the backdrop.

The commandant’s assistant stepped forward. “This next challenge is the highlight of the camp competition. It is a test of leadership, teamwork, and resourcefulness. Like all the previous competitions, it is also a test of integrity. Any team member caught cheating disqualifies their cabin automatically. You will receive zero points for the event. But we have a great group of future leaders this summer and we don’t expect any issues. Remember, as with all previous competitions, you may separate into smaller groups. But the minimum group size is two. In a moment, the counselor of last year‘s winning cabin will blow a whistle, and your two hours begins.“

Peter stepped forward with his favorite rape whistle in his lips. He watched as he stared at a stopwatch in the palm of his hand. Jeremiah imagined the sound of the ticking. A soft breeze blew through the trees and carried the smells of pine, bark, moss, and all the other scents that aggregated and formed the aroma of the mountain forest.

Peter blew the whistle but only halfway. He choked, inhaled, and nearly swallowed the walnut-sized instrument.

Cabin 6 moved toward Peter with a sense of obligation. But all the other cabins motivated toward the trailheads, forest, and lake.

Wilbur motioned to his nearest cabin mates, grabbed their arms, and hustled them toward the trailhead that circled the lake. Jeremiah, Gabe, and the others turned and followed.

Peter yanked the lanyard and pulled the whistle from the back of his throat. He leaned forward, coughed, hacked, and spluttered.

The nine young men circled Wilbur.

“First thing, “Wilbur said as he held up his list, “does anybody know what these Latin items represent?”

“Aw, man. Nobody knows that.” Gabe flicked the bottom of Wilbur’s paper with a crisp snap.

Jeremiah stepped to Wilbur‘s side. He pointed to the items. “Actually, these are common mountain flowers. Borealis is a Starflower. Uligonosum is a bilberry.”

Everyone looked at Jeremiah.

“It is a round berry that grows on a bush, and looks like a blueberry. That is why the hint says to collect one sphere. It means one berry.”

“What else?” Gabe grabbed Wilbur’s wrist and moved the paper closer to Jeremiah’s face.

“Kalmia latifolia is a mountain laurel. Its petals grow in cyanthiform shapes. “

“How can you know that?” Wilbur asked.

“Peter showed us a patch of these in the mountain meadow on our first hike. Some have six petals and others have seven. He showed us all three of these.”

“Second item on the agenda, we must execute a plan of action,” Wilbur said. “Jeremiah, you choose two people and go after the plants at the bottom of the list. Gabe, you choose two other people and go after the things found on the forest floor, the other three will go with me to the shore to seek driftwood and the flat rock.”

“Aw, c’mon.” Gabe moaned. “You want to take the most people to seek for the least number of things? Swap with me. My team goes to the lake and you hike the trail and look for insects and acorns.”

Wilbur glanced at the list. And then looked up. “I concur. That is a superior distribution of human resources.”

“I’ll take Timor and Raul,” Jeremiah said.

Each group dispatched to conduct their several missions.

Jeremiah told his allies, “Do you remember when Peter littered that old tin can behind the tree?”

They remembered.

“We’ll grab that first, on the way to the meadow.”

Timor paused. “Hey, do you think Noble Leader might have planted the can, the branches, and even the flowers?”

“Pun intended?“ Jeremiah asked.

“This is leadership camp,” Timor said. “If we don’t lead with puns, who can we stick the work to?”

“I see the point of your wording,“ Jeremiah said. “I BEE-lieve we k-ANT pass the torch. We must carry it up the mountain ourselves.”

The campers chuckled as they ascended the trail. “Terrible,” Raul said.

“There’s the tree,” said Timor.

The three left the trail, circled the tree, and recovered the old, rusted can.

“There’s something rattling around inside of it,” Raul said.

Jeremiah peered into the can. “Yep. Definitely something in there.” He tipped the can and shook it. A bumblebee and a large ant tumbled into the palm of his hand.

“Those are perfect.“ Timor said. “I k-ANT BEE-leave it!”

Jeremiah, through his chuckling, examined the fully intact insects. “Each of these arthropods has a pinhole through its abdomen. I don’t think these randomly crawled into this can and died.”

The three boys stared at the contents of Jeremiah’s hands. And Raul spoke first. “It’s obvious what this means.”

“Sure, enough.” Timor sighed. “We are disqualified. Noble Leader is cheating.”

Meanwhile, Gabe told his team, “Go on down to the beach and start the hunt. I need to go up to the cabin and relieve myself.”

“No need for that.” The other camper pointed to the forest. “Pick a tree. Any tree.”

Gabe looked at the forest a moment. “Big breakfast.” He patted his gut with both hands.

“Too much data,” the camper said. “See you at the water.”

“You asked.” Gabe jogged to the cabin. There, he dragged his backpack from under his rack. He grabbed his fishing pole and a rolled canvas. And then he jogged outside.

As Jeremiah trudged up the hill toward the meadow, a sinking feeling condensed in the innermost part of his gut. Somehow, Jeremiah comprehended the signal it conveyed. He thought, Something is about to go wrong.

2025-06-15T01:43:00.000-07:00

The Best and Worst Nightmares of My Life

BEST NIGHTMARE

Someone requested this. Two nights merit mention. First, a nightmare about child abuse. Second, the destruction of America.

The best nightmare I ever had, I received when I was a teenager. I received a lot of abuse from my stepfather. In the dream, he chased me over hurdles, through houses, and down streets. I ran into a tower and climbed all the staircases and passed all the floors.

I reached the top floor, shut a heavy door behind me, and barred it with a board. But he arrived and pounded on the door. From the noise of it, I knew they were far more than one person there. And the things that breathed could not have been men. But the top room in the tower had only one other exit, a stained glass window.

With a great cracking sound, the wood door splintered and burst into hurtling fragments. Through the opening poured grey, clay-brown, red-orange demons. All I saw were fangs, claws, muscles, and angry faces.

I ran across the room and leapt through the stained glass window.

After I landed, I brushed sand from my legs and arms. And then I looked at all the scars on my body that I received when I jumped through the glass window. I felt embarrassed and awkward. But when I looked around the beach, I noticed that nobody paid me any mind. Then I looked down at my self. I wore swimming trunks same as everyone else. And there were no scars anywhere.

Decades later, I understood the dream. It showed that, despite the horrific beginning, the rest of my life would be the same as anyone else. Nobody can look at us and know the horrors we endured as children. It showed me I would have a normal life, in the sun, with joy and happiness. And that is what has happened.

The dream also showed something I later learned from reading the Bible. Our war is not against men. It is demons that use men that want to harm us.

WORST NIGHTMARE

The worst nightmare I ever had, I received when I lived in Philadelphia sometime around 1997. In scene after scene after scene, I watched in horror and heartbreak as missiles and bombs flattened American cities and the flames consumed everything. I woke and crept quietly out of the bedroom so that I would not wake my wife. I went into our bathroom and sat on the cold-tile floor. There, I wept uncontrollably for three hours until the colors of sunrise shot rays through the window. Never have I witnessed such a heartbreaking scene.

2024-04-10T01:45:00.000-07:00

The Holy Spirit explained this to me in a dream (around 1994 or 95.)

Time moves in a spiral. The vertical spacing of the revolutions is much closer than what I’ve shown. I separated them for clarity.

An event at some point on the time spiral (large red dot) creates a light (not red, closer to white,blue, silver) which traverses forward and reverse along the curve of time. It also pulses out perpendicular to the line of the curve. Where the pulse intersects the curve of the line above or below, a person can see the event as a dream. Sometimes this manifests in a smaller, similar event.

I once read the testimony of a WWII German soldier. As he fled from advancing Americans, he and a friend stole a sausage truck. It got hit and immobilized. The group fled through a cemetery. He got shot in the leg. His father, during WWI, stole a vehicle in that same village as his unit also fled. His van also failed. He also ran through the same cemetery. He was wounded in the same leg, but by shrapnel. Both events occurred on the SAME DAY of the year.

I believe fathers and sons have pathways linked through time. I formerly thought of this as a “rut” created and deepened by the behavior of our forebears. But I now understand that time is an illusion and the only real moment is NOW. But all nows exist simultaneously. In this view, my forefathers and I all fight the same battles, overcome the same struggles—until someone, or all of us, break the pattern. Then time changes across all lifetimes. So the time to change something is NOW.

So, yes. The wake of the future travels into the past—but a distance limited by the magnitude of the event. A larger event, one affecting history, or one involving many lives, produces a larger flash and the flash intersects more revolutions of the time spiral.

2023-06-04T10:06:00.005-07:00

Meaning of a white tiger in a dream.

Curse & Genetics

In 1995, I was an undergrad in Philadelphia. One of my housemates was an American of Hungarian dissent. One night, I received a dream about her.

The dream showed an old estate home. It had at least three stories and a mansard type roof, with a flat top. Behind the house there was a wrought iron fence forming a square. It enclosed either a cemetery or a garden.

Inside this fence they were tomb stones and also two orange & black tigers. One was normal sized and healthy. The other was emaciated. Its face was gaunt, its ribs showed, and its stomach was sucked in. On its back, rode a normal sized, healthy white and black tiger.

I shared the dream with her. She told me an interesting story about her family.

According to the oral history she learned from her mother, many generations ago someone cursed their family that they would bear no sons. “And,” she said, “My great-grandmother gave birth to all girls. My grandmother had all girls. My mother also bore only females.” She believed my dream symbolized that the female Jean was active, but the mail Jean was suppressed or oppressed.

Attack on Genetics

Last night, June 4, 2023, I dreamed a series of events which included a white tiger. The dream Left the main target and began to define for me the meaning of a white tiger. The dream explained that a white tiger represents an attack on a persons DNA.

Later in the morning, in church, a man wore a shirt with a large ‘46’ emblazoned on the back. “That’s a full set of human genes,” I thought.

He turned around and I saw on the shoulder of the shirt, the ‘Monster’ drink logo. It appears to be the gouge marks of three claws. Really, it is the Hebrew number 6. That makes the three marks a hidden ‘666’.

666 is the number of the beast. And together you have the beast and genetics. Many say they expect the Mark of the Beast to be related to genetic modification. From what I’ve seen in dreams and visions, this may be correct. So the dream meaning of a white tiger may be biological, DNA weapons.

Any type of retrovirus can attack DNA. A retrovirus, by definition, is a type of natural virus that splices itself into chromosomal DNA. It either hibernates for a number of months or years (a strain-dependent property), or it immediately produces its components and destroys cells. It is the lytic portion of the process which produces the experience of sickness.

So far, we have two meanings for a white tiger attacking in a dream. First, a curse, a generational curse on DNA and reproduction. Second, a plot against human genetics associated with 666 and the Mark of the Beast.

A Pit in Troubled Times

When I lived in Philadelphia, a few dreams showed disaster in San Francisco. Both showed an earthquake ripping wide cracks in the earth. In the first one, giant spiders chased us out of the city into the mountains. In the second, I ran from attackers. To escape some wild beast, I climbed out onto a collapsed chain-link fence which covered a massive pit in a road. Partially-collapsed buildings and ruin lined both sides of the road.

Whatever pursued me followed me onto the chain link mesh. I shimmied out onto a steel pole. It tried to reach me. I hung from the far tip of the pole. The hunting beast fell into the pit. In the pit, a massive white tiger attacked it. Then, I had to climb back. But fatigue said, “You haven’t enough strength to reach safety.” The tiger paced and roared.

I hung a moment. The weakness throbbed in my arms. But my mind rallied and I determined to reach the rim of the pit. Once I started moving, strength returned. I reached the rim and safety. Then I woke.

So again, this white tiger in a dream represents a danger, something associated with a “pit.” Curiously, a normal orange tiger also occupied that pit.

Dream Meaning of a White Tiger

Tigers wield power and mass. They hunt and kill men. Dream symbols are chosen to convey a clear message. Any tiger or wild animal represents a danger, a threat.

The three dreams above shed additional light on the dream meaning. Genetics and attack seem to be an integral component of the meaning. And, the attacks originate from evil sources. Curses and the Mark both engender evil.

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100 WAYS GOD SPEAKS TO YOU:

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15 Secrets of Prayer Warriors

How to Stop Having Nightmares

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Fleeing from God and Into His Arms

Beefeaters vs Lizards

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Top 20 Christian Dream Symbols

40 Dreams and Visions 1978-2023 (coming soon)

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Warning to Ukraine—A Blessing Will Go to Another

2023-06-03T16:07:00.003-07:00

June 3, 2023, Holy Spirit sent me this dream warning. The exact thing Ukraine did not do—I forgot. A series of events played out. But I only recall the last statement.

However, I woke the second time at 5:30. As I looked at my wristwatch, I understood, “This represents J

The second scene showed my wife and I helping a Ukrainian man who fought.

Christian Fiction — Prophetic Fiction — New Book Published

2023-04-09T07:32:00.014-07:00

Prophetic Fiction

In recent years the Holy Spirit has shown me some visions and in the vision I am either told or understand that I am to write this vision into a short story. Previously I published the book fleeing from God and into his arms. This week I published the second prophetic fiction novella. This one is called Beefeaters versus Lizards.

This short also finds its basis in a prophetic dream. However, with this second book, I found many opportunities to integrate other things shown in dreams. In total, there are more than a dozen things taken from dreams in the book.

The foundation dream showed a list of members of a London Gang. In their community, a meeting of bosses convenes. All the bosses are killed and replaced by reptilian shapeshifters.

The gang profiled in the dream sets up a bank heist. They go to rob the bank and arrive the same day a rival gang—one controlled by a reptilian shapeshifter—also moves to rob the same bank.

Harry Craven is one of the gangsters detailed in the dream. He’s the son of a gang boss. His smarts are not top shelf. But via hard work and dedication, he is a pro with a knife.

There are two Christians in the gang. I created Richard and James to represent these two. Richard knows the Bible. He’s a top 1%er when it comes to quoting verses. But he does not believe in the power of the Kingdom of God. James is a prayer warrior. And he obeys God.

The team meets surprise adversaries and challenges. They observe God’s favor and protection over James. Curiosity rises, and they ask questions.

It is a story about adversity, hitting back at the enemy, and coming together as a team.

Available on Amazon: https://amzn.to/43jCSBj

And on books.google.com

What is the Meaning of a Lizard Man in a Dream?

I’ve received other dreams about what I initially called “a lizard man.” That is what he/it looked like. So I described it as a lizard man in my dream journal. Later, looking for an image of a lizard man, the plethora of available art surprised me.

Turns out, I’m not the only one who saw a lizard man in my dreams. And those who talk about these beings call them reptilians.

Another dream I saw about reptilians showed they supported Russia to create war. They had 10 of these. They could body snatch humans, and they did. They walked about as 10 men. But the spirits driving those bodies were reptilians. They could, if they had a reason to see what another body had access to see, switch bodies. Two could switch, even when in two distant cities. The transfer occurred near-instantaneous. The dream showed they could even switch the entire 10 bodies in one move. They appeared as a circle, each in a different location, but most remained distant from battlefields. Each moved clockwise along the circle, body jumping to the next in the loop. They did this multiple times.

Then, attackers hit one of the reptilians and killed him, in-body. They killed him suddenly, by surprise. The demon reptilian did not have time to jump out back to his own body. The attack killed it/him in real life.

In response, the other 9 vowed to kill 1,000 prisoners as revenge.

So what is a lizard man in a dream meaning? In my experience so far, these represent real, actual beings. And they are violent, wicked, and merciless. Their plans are to bring war, and in the aftermath, to rise from the ashes as masters of human slaves.

Pray, or be defeated.

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2023-01-17T11:34:00.004-08:00

Satan’s war forced them to flee America. Now Sam stared as bandit soldiers leapt from the bushes and opened a torrent of hot lead on Jim and three families with them. “Jim,” his number said, “Jim took all the explosives we had.” “RPG!” A ball of fire spit a loaf-sized blur at the fleeing Americans.

The revived Soviet forces attack from the North. Chinese and Mahdi armies advance from the East, and Mexican and Japanese armies fight in the Southwest. Sam and Walt, two friends from the same church and former work colleagues, must lead their groups to safety. One heads for Africa. The other jumps the wall.

Bandit armies controlling Mexico demand a vitriolic tribute. Elements in the African Union want revenge for the enslavement of their ancestors. The men have prayer and their wits. Where will God lead them?
Based on a prophetic dream—this book might save your life.
Pre order before January 24th release date. This is the first of several “prophetic fiction” books I made notes for. All are based on prophetic dreams. This first book, the escape from America, the dream specifically told me to write it into a book.

BOOKS

Link to Christian apocalyptic fiction— ‘Fleeing From God & Into His Arms.’
Dream interpretation book: ‘Top 20 Christian Dream Symbols’

How to hear from God: ‘100 Ways God Speaks to You’ = short life stories about struggling to leave worldly beliefs and follow the calling and voice of God.

2023-01-15T04:32:00.003-08:00

Can You Interpret A Dream Without Any Knowledge Of Psychology?

I studied clinical psych at UPenn. And I read the works of Freud and Jung. Here is what you need to know:

The only legitimate way to interpret a dream is via prayer. Dream Symbol books and dictionaries hinder all who own them.

Jung receives credit as father of modern dream analysis. Really, according to Jung himself, he received majority of his ideas from “faeries” which he said “lived inside” of him. He spoke with them and they taught him. He also “translated” as he worded it, Eastern Mysticism “into words the western mind would accept.”

In other words, Jungian dream interpretation—used widely in modern psychiatry—is demonic in nature. Consider the nature of it—it removes God from the process.

Both Daniel and Joseph, contrarily, said, “interpretation belongs to God.”

So, yes, dreams can be interpreted without any knowledge of psychology.

So why does psychology work? The answer is simple. The ones who sent the dreams intend to convey information. Most often, dreams warn. The symbols and actions employed are selected carefully to communicate. When one or more people, including paid analysts, discuss these warnings and proceed to change behavior of the dreamer. And dream warnings should be understood to mean something like, “if you do not change your behavior, the road you are on will lead to this: (play dream)”

Link to Christian apocalyptic fiction— ‘Fleeing From God & Into His Arms.’
Dream interpretation book: ‘Top 20 Christian Dream Symbols’

How to hear from God: ‘100 Ways God Speaks to You’ = short life stories about struggling to leave worldly beliefs and follow the calling and voice of God.

God Prepared Us to Pray Against Blindness Using Dreams

2022-12-31T14:56:00.006-08:00

On November 29th, Holy Spirit sent me a dream about healing eyes.

A few days later, this dream arrived:

A heavyset man lies on his side on the ground. He has no eyes. I walk up to him, lay hands on his head and pray, “Father in Heaven, please regrow new eyes for this man.” As I pray, new eyes grow into the void sockets.

A week after these dreams, my wife’s sister called from Siberia. She lost sight in her left eye and wanted us to pray before she visited the local hospital the following day.

After her visit, she phoned and related her news. The local doctors said, “This eye cannot be saved. The retina is detached. All we can do is drain the fluid. After that, we inject another fluid. The eye will be dead, but will look natural.”

“What else did they say?” We asked.

“They said I have only ten percent vision remaining.”

As a team, we rejected that. “Get a second opinion,” we said. And we activated our networks of prayer support.

“They said the eye definitely cannot be saved,” she said. “They won’t give a referral to see another doctor.” We prayed again for favor. Next day she phoned them again, and they lamented. She received an appointment to see experts in Moscow.

We prayed. In the evening, Holy Spirit led me to Isaiah 53. I found a verse about healing and proclaimed it ten times for my sister-in-law. I watched a television hospital episode. The topic was gene P53. A film the next day, a man gave his age as 53 years old. This number appeared in every show. So I prayed, “Holy Spirit, what is this 53?” And He led me to Isaiah 53, which I read through three times. Verse 5 stood out as the obvious sWord to use. I prayed ten times:

“But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes, we are healed.”

But I personalized it by putting my in-law’s name in place of ‘our’ and ‘we’. After that, I returned to bed.

The following day, she told us she could see something in her periphery.

The day after that, speaking with my wife by video, she correctly identified my wife waving her hand on the screen “as if in the fog.” But her eyesight improved.

We waited without change. Then my wife’s older sister flew to Moscow and rented a room. We all continued praying.

After her appointment finally arrived, she told us what transpired during her visit. A young Russian doctor said they detachment was severe, but they would schedule a surgery, but they promised nothing. He told her time factored into the outcome. They would be vacationing until January 6th, or she could pay 3,000 Euros for surgery the next day. Soliciting a bribe to “accelerate” a process exists in all aspects of government in post-Soviet life. She declined because she lacked the funds.

We prayed again for favor. And they scheduled her for December 26th. So she waited only two days. After her procedure, the Georgian chief surgical ophthalmologist visited her room. “Your surgery went well,” he told her. This fulfilled the December 3rd dream.

When a nurse removed her bandage, she saw better, but not by much. “It takes time, maybe weeks, for vision to restore,” her doctor told her.

So we continued to pray.

On December 28th, my wife told me, “You know I have news.”

“What news? From Ira? How is her sight?”

“Yes. By the Holy Spirit, I asked her if she’d been involved in fortune telling. She said yes.”

“We need to lead her to repent of that, and to break bindings and soul ties,” I said. “Then we can cast out spirits of blindness.” I paused. “Want to know something else?”

“What?”

“Yesterday, I edited an article on an old site which I rarely visit and have edited a few times in ten years. And one of the articles included a story about a woman who was blind because she read fortunes and horoscopes and used tarot cards.” Is Astrology Evil?

Surprised, amazed, and overjoyed, we phoned my sister-in-law and led her in repentance. When I told her the Holy Spirit will bring old things to mind, she said she had been recalling other events which were fortune telling types of witchcraft. In grade school, they used a book to pray about grade outcomes on exams. They spoke the possible grades, one to four in Soviet times, and when they hit the grade they’d get the following day, the book spun around on the table.

She married young. Her third child, her atheist husband wanted to abort. She refused. When her only son came out, the chord was around his neck. The nurse looked at the chord and told her, “This child has been protected by God. There is a true knot in this chord. But, because it is long, it did not tighten and the boy received sufficient oxygen and nutrition.”

As she sat in recover, a cleaner entered her room, sweeping. “Your husband is not here, because he’s having an affair. And the woman he’s sleeping with cursed you and your baby to die during birth.” A passing doctor heard this and threw the woman out. But that revealed something else we bound in the name of Jesus and cast out devils from that.

My wife believed the cleaning woman’s words came from a demon.

“No,” I said. “God caused that for us now, so that we would know of the curse and break it.”

After he was born, her husband insisted she visit a witch for healing. The Russian witch woman danced with knives, slashing them through the air in spinning arcs. We prayed and broke that too.

Amother time, she took a sick daughter to see a gypsy. The gypsy put a needle in my in-law’s hand and told her, “squeeze it.” She did and the needle turned black. When she saw the color change, the gypsy said, “This means you are sick!” So we prayed and repented and broke that curse and commanded any demons from the visit to “go and never return.”

Then we prayed and broke all generational curses off her children and grandchildren “for a thousand generations.”

Now, we wait, expecting a full recovery to perfect vision.

BOOKS

Link to Christian apocalyptic fiction— ‘Fleeing From God & Into His Arms.’
Dream interpretation book: ‘Top 20 Christian Dream Symbols’

How to hear from God: ‘100 Ways God Speaks to You’ = short life stories about struggling to leave worldly beliefs and follow the calling and voice of God.

Epidemic Forces Indians to Leave Cities Seeking Clean Water

2022-06-03T11:41:00.001-07:00

December 22, 2019

7:35 am

Indian people walk in small clusters along a rail road line. They could be families, groups of friends, or even individuals who’ve only just met. Far behind them, unseen in the vignette, stands a large city where disease is killing people. They’re heading to a place where there is water. Many leave cities, going to places where water is available.

There is a media effort intended to stem or halt this emigration out of cities. It’s spreading the disease, the warnings say.

Scene 2: An Indian man goes to stay with his friend for some sort of academic purpose. They may be students. He is surprised to see that his friend has a large home available to him, a home belonging to the friend’s father. When he stays there, he has his own room. This is also a surprise. He did not expect this. He wonders if, when he attends the nearby university, if he might be able to stay in this home, with his friend.

At the end of the visit, I pack my shirts. They are all button-up shirts, long sleeves, of bright colors.

Scene 3: a blonde woman (with darker roots) is on a video call. Someone is asking her to stop what she is doing, some kind of biological research or experiments. There is something nefarious about what she is doing.

[I wonder if she is the one who eventually causes the disease outbreak in India as I watch this scene.]

She refuses.

“I must build something. I must leave a legacy for my children,” she says.

“But, why must you do this? You don’t have to do this,” the male caller says.

“Because I have multiple sclerosis,” she hisses.

Scene 4:

To satisfy my wife, I take us skiing. This is at a place that owns one hillside and everyone skis down this hillside.

I buy the tickets, and then she and I find a place to wait. My wife leaves her things at the seats we had early in the morning, as we waited to buy the tickets. So, I must carry her belongings to her. But I’m not sure which things are hers because another woman has quickly sat in the seat we left, and her things are there now as well.

After we have our tickets (which were expensive, I think), we wait in another area of seats. We will queue up most of the day, waiting to ski down the hillside three or four times.

Now, it is very early in the morning. The children will have the first part of the morning. It is only children during those hours.

Part of the hill is very steep. I explain to my wife how I ski that part. I use the full transverse width of the hill, to reduce the angle of descent. I myself do not really enjoy this activity. I do it only because my wife wants to.

BOOKS

Link to Christian apocalyptic fiction— ‘Fleeing From God & Into His Arms.’
Dream interpretation book: ‘Top 20 Christian Dream Symbols’

How to hear from God: ‘100 Ways God Speaks to You’ = short life stories about struggling to leave worldly beliefs and follow the calling and voice of God.

15 Secrets of Prayer Warriors

2021-11-19T11:33:00.002-08:00

Praying for effect. All Christians desire to see answered prayers. Here are 15 secrets learned from the Holy Spirit, from scripture, and from men of God.

BOOKS

Link to Christian apocalyptic fiction— ‘Fleeing From God & Into His Arms.’
Dream interpretation book: ‘Top 20 Christian Dream Symbols’

How to hear from God: ‘100 Ways God Speaks to You’ = short life stories about struggling to leave worldly beliefs and follow the calling and voice of God.

Dream Meaning of Being Pregnant & Dream Meaning of Holding a Baby

2021-07-24T07:46:00.002-07:00

What does it mean if you dream you are pregnant? There are three common meanings for pregnancy dreams. The first dream meaning is a prediction of an actual pregnancy. The other meaning, more common, is that you are about to produce something new into your life. The new thing birthed could be a new relationship, new business venture, or new hobby. A dream of giving birth can even represent the beginning of a project similar to others you’ve previously started: car restoration, building another house, helping another friend start a new life. Just as pregnant belly signals the arrival of a baby, a dream of being pregnant signal a new, significant opportunity.

The third dream meaning is that something in preparation phases is now going to bear fruit. An investment will pay out. Training will produce a significant win. A bid will come in on an investment property. A baby can represent either the reward or recompense for past actions.

Whoever is pregnant with evil conceives trouble and gives birth to disillusionment.

The dream meaning of a baby is similar. The obvious difference is that the new thing has already arrived. Like a pregnancy dream, the dream of a new baby can also precede the arrival of the new child or new life event.

BOOKS

Link to Christian apocalyptic fiction— ‘Fleeing From God & Into His Arms.’
Dream interpretation book: ‘Top 20 Christian Dream Symbols’

How to hear from God: ‘100 Ways God Speaks to You’ = short life stories about struggling to leave worldly beliefs and follow the calling and voice of God.

2021-04-05T05:04:00.007-07:00

Dream Meaning of a Baby

Decades ago, I dreamed of a baby dog, a puppy. Recently, I dreamed of holding my own baby. I dreamed of a cat nurturing several kittens. So, what is the dream meaning of a baby?

In 1999, I dreamed of a puppy. A few months later, I moved from Pennsylvania to California and started a new life.

The last eight years, my wife and I lived here in Kyiv. We moved here to care for her aging mother. In the last week of March, 2021, she went to be with the Lord in Heaven. Before this, for about a year and a half, I dreamed I was finishing my contract with the Marines. That theme repeated many times in dreams.

After she passed, I saw three dreams about new babies. In two, I held an infant son. The dream is about my own new life in its infant stage. I am male, so the child is a boy. Women will dream of girl babies in this dream meaning. In the third, I saw a white and gray-striped mother cat licking one kitten she carried out of her birthing place.

Now, I am about to begin a new portion of my life. Essentially, it is new life. My obligation to care for my wife's mother (a type of contract for noble service, as in the Marines) is fulfilled. My obligation is complete and a new life will begin.

So, the dream meaning of a baby human or pet is a new life, or the beginning of a new phase of life.

There is a second dream meaning, of course, the literal meaning. A child will be born into the world.

Dream: The Harmless Wolf Exposed

2020-12-01T00:48:00.004-08:00

In this short dream, the author shares a dream and interprets it with important insights you want to know.

His dream:

He follows a teacher on a campus. A wolf comes from off campus. He sees it and warns people a wolf is among them.

The teachers say, “It is only a dog.”

The children think it is a puppy.

Then, the author notices an angel with a double-edged, serrated sword. The sword vibrated like a hedging tool or chain saw.

The wolf sees the angel and becomes violent.

The angel thrusts the sword into the wolf’s mouth and the sword carves out its tongue and removes all its teeth. Then, the sword is thrust deeper into the wolf and all its organs are carved out as well.

The wolf dies.

Interpretation of the dream/the dream meanings:

1. Two-edged sword: the Word of God

2. Wolf: a false teacher or false prophet

3. Teachers: Christian leaders who teach believers

4. Children: immature believers

5. Teeth: things that give power to the owner or body to which the teeth belong

Related post: Dream meaning of teeth falling out

6. Tongue: a power that is set on fire by Hell itself; power to destroy; power of self-destruction

7. Organs: intricate mutually-supporting parts of a larger system or assembly

8. Dog: a shepherd’s friend

9. Puppy: cute, adorable, attractive and harmless; something pleasurable to hold, with a hope it will grow

BOOKS

Link to Christian apocalyptic fiction— ‘Fleeing From God & Into His Arms.’
Dream interpretation book: ‘Top 20 Christian Dream Symbols’

How to hear from God: ‘100 Ways God Speaks to You’ = short life stories about struggling to leave worldly beliefs and follow the calling and voice of God.

2020-11-18T03:54:00.003-08:00

In a Time of Trouble, Some Lukewarm Christians Fall Away

A short, powerful vision of the night in three scenes:

Scene 1: Christ is elevated above the earth, on the right side of the scene. Some people have their eyes fixed on Christ. They are shown as if on an invisible grade, some closer, others a bit farther back in line, an inclined plane leading to Jesus.

Others are nearby, close to the bottom of the inclined plane. Still others are scattered at various distances from Jesus, from the inclined plane.

Scene 2: A powerful explosion detonates the air. Some big event occurs, and the impact spreads. Those who were fixed on Jesus, draw nearer. Those near the end of the ramp, get onto the ramp, get aligned with the others, eyes on Jesus. Those who were scattered near and far... there is a percentage chance they got onto the inclined plane. The closer they were, the higher the chance. But, some from far away did draw nearer to Jesus.

Scene 3: the only people left are those on the ramp, eyes fixed on Jesus. This scene holds for a time, unchanging.

BOOKS

Link to Christian apocalyptic fiction— ‘Fleeing From God & Into His Arms.’
Dream interpretation book: ‘Top 20 Christian Dream Symbols’

How to hear from God: ‘100 Ways God Speaks to You’ = short life stories about struggling to leave worldly beliefs and follow the calling and voice of God.

Humanity Enslaved

2020-06-29T05:26:00.004-07:00

An alien race enslaved humanity. Few remained free.

A group of some kind takes a man from our present time and sends him through time to see different times.

In one of them, he is sent far into the future.

He arrives and finds himself on something of a hill. A structure with Roman columns is there, but bleak and completely stripped, except for the foundation, columns, and a slab-type roof. All around it, everything is mud. One part of the hill seems to jut out.

He belly crawls out onto the jut and looks out over the lower land adjacent the hill. He sees a line of men and women, black and white, together, walking toward a line of decrepit buildings with the quality of neglect seen only on neglected farm houses. Walls leaned, and not all in the same direction. Gaps at corners show the interior in some places.

They all march together, not in step, but in quiet resignation. None speak or do anything beside walk. Some have their heads down. Many carry tools. Their clothes hang from their frames in raggedy sleeves and torn, thread-bare pants.

The man on the jut realizes the spying perch he chose is exposed to view from the side.

Too late.

Someone sees him. This information instantly reaches some kind of higher thought, a sentient being “above” them all sends out a thought to the workers.

“There is a newcomer. Get him.” Except, it did not use the word, “newcomer”, it used some derogatory term of the future. It meant something like “free one” or “rebel.” It meant “enemy.”

The line of trudging people stand up straight. Their heads turn and they see the time traveler. With loud shouts, they all charge toward the hill and the jut. They maintain their form as a line, but charge each according to his own maximum speed.

The time traveler leaps up and runs across the hill, away from the workers-turned-militia. He almost reaches the column structure when he sees another line of people, similar in appearance to the first group, charging toward him from that direction.

“How did they know I was here?” He wonders, briefly, as he spins on his heels and runs off in a new direction that splits the open space between the lines of attack of the two groups chasing him.

The higher thought communicates again. As the dreamer, I both perceive his presence and commands, and see his torso in my mind’s eye. “Get him.” The thought reaches the people as force of will, not language. His head is somewhat lizard like. Green scales cover it. Two wide-spaced nostrils replace a nose. The jaw line and nose extend somewhat, perhaps a third of the ratio of an actual lizard on earth. No ears.

“Get him.” The command almost behaves like a force, a magnetic force.

The time traveler continues his run. He is now running down the slope of the hill. More lines of men and women, all roughly the same in neglected appearance, run toward him. All groups keep their form as a line. Except one, the one closest to him. A leader breaks away, charges faster then the others. Rather than a tool, he seems to have a spear. His size exceeds that of the others. He is almost a third taller, and muscled much thicker than any others.

As the dreamer, a connection formed with the higher thought being, a commander of sorts. This connection informs me as I see the large man with the spear. Modern people call this type of person a collaborator. The higher thought called him something that meant “herder” or maybe “minder.”

No matter. The time traveler fears for his life. He runs with gusto. But, more lines have appeared. He stops to assess the situation and choose a line. He decides the most open territory takes him right of the line with the herder and his spear— through what appears to be the deepest mud. He imagines the difficulty of running through that mud, if it is even possible. He wonders what effect it will have on his pursuers.

He decides against the mud and runs off in the direction from which the first group had been coming.

Before he gets far, the time-control group move the traveler out of that time and to a new one.

Scene 2: The traveler finds himself next to a very large metal building. He enters and sees an open market. Booths pack tightly together. Shoppers fill the lanes and the small spaces inside individual booths.

He walks through the building. Sunlight trickles down from the roof high above. Other lighting provides almost enough light to see well.

He stops at an open booth. A Filipino man, rather tall for a Filipino, sells sweatshirts. A black man asks about some hooded sweatshirts. The traveler decides to help him, to be kind. He discusses the practicality of the hood and a very large pouch on the front of the sweatshirt. The Filipino shop owner walks up to them and offers assistance.

“What are these two holes for?” The traveler asks. Between the shoulder seam and the base of the hood, there are two holes. Stitching fully encircles each hole. “Are they to let sweat steam out? Or, are they to let rain in?” The traveler laughs. He wants to show friendliness to the black man.

Later, someone arrives to the booth and says, “The black man wants a photo with you.”

“Really? I will be happy to,” says the traveler.

“Not with you,” says the Filipino owner. “With me.”

This surprises the traveler. “Why did he like the Filipino better than me?”

A large woman distracts him for a moment. She walks into a shop near the Filipino’s. She seems to be the owner of that booth. She is tall, corpulent and has brown hair done up into large curls. Just then, the ground jerks under his feet. Sounds of vibrating steel fill the air. The ground dances and jerks side to side. The building quivers like molded gelatin.

“Earthquake!” Someone yells.

The traveler accelerates through time. His physical location inside the bazaar remains constant. But, time passes him in fast forward.

He sees more earthquakes. Most are small. The building still stands. But, he arrives to a time when all the shops are closed. There is a paper and a seal on the doorway to the Filipino man’s shop. It has been declared closed because of the danger of the earthquakes.

Scene 3: the traveler moves again. He arrives at a place where the streets and the sidewalks are broken up. Grass and tall weeds grow up everywhere. The buildings are neglected. There are many chain link fences positioned in front of alleys and in other places that make this small town appear to be a kind of prison. As broken as it is, the traveler wonders if this is the same small town he saw in the first location, where he was chased. If it is, it is in much better shape.

A second after the traveler arrives to this scene, a group of people turn a corner and come into view. They do not see the traveler.

They walk in a mob. Some chat quietly. They reach one of the barriers. A tall black man, lean of build and with a shaved head, pulls back on the edge of it, where it attached to angle iron. The barrier yields and a gap opens. One by one, the group step through. A few hold handmade, wooden spears. On the other side, a kind of chicken coop for humans hides from view of the street. The group live here.

“Who would have thought,” says the black man, “that this is all it would take to end racism.”

“Really,” says a blonde white woman in agreement. She steps through the gap.

They all laugh together.

As they return to their living and hiding place, the traveler begins to learn their backstory.

These are rebels. A powerful race of beings started war on Earth. They enslaved or eliminated most of humanity. Pockets of free men exist. Primarily, their resistance consists of remaining free.

Scene 4: The blonde who agreed with the shaved-head black man is on her knees, in an open space. She moans and weeps. The sound wrenches the heart.

The traveler realizes, “She has been captured!” He understands this is the worst possible outcome for the rebels. Then, something frightens the traveler and seizes his attention.

The woman’s right hand begins turning blue. Scales form. It grows longer. The woman grabs her own forearm, above where it is changing. Her already terrible weeping intensifies.

“Nooooo!” She screams. “Aaaaa-aa-aaa!”

As she watches in horror, her arm stretches. The arm extends, with the blue scaled hand at the far end. It stretches ten yards, grabs something, and returns with it.

“Oh, no, no, no!” Sobs the woman.

Then, here face begins turning blue. The back of her skull remains the normal way, with hair, skin, and skull. But, from behind her ears and forward, her face transforms into something like a blue eagle, with blue scales, not feathers, and something like a modified beak.

The traveler sees into the future. She cannot die. She will live like this, as a slave serving the invader race. Eventually, she will accept her new form and her new life. She will live this way.

The scene changes. Another person, recently captured from the rebel group, recently transformed. This person, her hand transforms into something like a star-shaped frog. It has a wide mouth that tastes things. It analyzes the ingested things and sends a mineral report to the hive mind.

Now the traveler understands the “higher being.” It controls the captured and transformed humans by mind control. It is a hive mind. There are more than one.

He sees the one who controls the groups of people who chased him. The creature is like a kind of lizard-man.

Scene 5: A white man with an Australian accent sits in the dirt. Near him, a black man squats on his haunches.

“So, you never knew you were gay until your transformation?” The black man asks the Australian.

The Aussie recalls his time as a rebel. He lived in the jungles and in makeshift villages and abandoned towns. There were many others. He only ever wanted women. Never men.

“No, I really had no idea,” he says.

“So, the transformation revealed your true nature, then?”

“Yes. Absolutely. I had no idea before. But, now I fully embrace it.”

BOOKS

Link to Christian apocalyptic fiction— ‘Fleeing From God & Into His Arms.’
Dream interpretation book: ‘Top 20 Christian Dream Symbols’

How to hear from God: ‘100 Ways God Speaks to You’ = short life stories about struggling to leave worldly beliefs and follow the calling and voice of God.

Dream about George Soros’ True Objective

2020-06-07T11:31:00.001-07:00

All his evil deeds, Soros’ real objective was the yellow mug.

George Soros was busy.

A series of brief dreams show Soros doing a long series of things. Nobody stops him. Then, he is arrested. But, he is a young man when he is arrested. His hands are cuffed behind his back.
Another man leads him, somewhat authoritatively, with a hand gripped about the right upper arm of Soros. The authority pulls him so that Soros walks a little skewed. He is brought before a yellow, ceramic coffee cup.
As soon as Soros arrives before the cup, he spins on his feet so that his back faces the cup. An unexpected sound surprises everyone. It is the sound of a bullet fired through a silencer.
“Pwoofff!”
The bullet hits the yellow mug. Most of the upper portion is reduced to dust. The handle is gone, too. Practically vaporized. Only the base and a small portion of the side, opposite where the handle hand been, remain.
A collective gasp comes from all directions in the room.

The scene then pans out. As the view expands, knowledge comes to light. Soros practiced and practiced and practiced this shot. He practiced until he had it perfect, then practiced again and again. He spun, pulled the gun, and shot behind himself, in cuffs, and hit his target perfectly.
It was planned this way.

Wake, 9:11 a.m., Saturday, 6-6-2020

Later in the day, I prayed about this. The yellow cup had a little water in it. It represents GREED. It represents people who are always clamoring for “more”. They greed for more because they FEAR they will fall short in comparison to others. So, they have this issue of “caring what others think”, too. This is another type of bondage. That is the real, planned target of George Soros: the greedy poor.
Dream meanings:
Yellow = fear.
Cup = people with only a little

Update 2021: Melinda Gates now saying blacks will receive vaccines first.

Update Jan 2023: Blacks refused the injections more than any other group in the US (well done.) At first, more blacks died during the pandemic, at “several times higher” rate than other groups. After the jabs, this is reversed. Now whites die more. What changed? We now know they poisoned city water systems with snake venom—that is when blacks died at greater rates. This shows they targeted black Americans.

BOOKS

Link to Christian apocalyptic fiction— ‘Fleeing From God & Into His Arms.’
Dream interpretation book: ‘Top 20 Christian Dream Symbols’

How to hear from God: ‘100 Ways God Speaks to You’ = short life stories about struggling to leave worldly beliefs and follow the calling and voice of God.

Dream Meaning of a Skunk, Skunk Smell, Baby Skunks and Running Skunk

2020-06-02T13:43:00.002-07:00

Meaning of Skunk in a Dream

Dream meaning of a skunk: warning! Skunks are bad news! Here are two fulfilled dreams about skunks. What does a skunk symbolize? You better find out before it is too late.

The best dream meaning of a skunk comes from dreams that manifested already. The first dream came to pass in 2010. The second dream interpretation was confirmed in 2020.

Dream of a Skunk Pooping in Clean Water:

In 2010, I served as a volunteer youth pastor in a small church. They held to the doctrine that the pastor was a capital-P pastor. And, so was his wife. When I became youth pastor, the young woman on the way out shared with me some troubling dreams about the pastor’s wife. She saw her in a dream, talking and talking and causing division.

After a few years, a few of those dreams warned me as well. But, by appearances, she seemed nice.

One night, I dreamed of two long rectangular pools of water. A smaller pool to my left was filled with brown, dirty water, sloshing and filled to the rim. Dirty water splashed out and sullied everything around it. The larger pool on my right held clear water. The bottom could be seen in detail.

In the left pool was a long plank, which seemed fabricated, but at the same time appeared to be marble. Squatted on the plank, one foot dangling in each pool, sat a full-sized, adult SKUNK.

There seemed to be other animals in the area. The skunk held center screen, however. After a short while, the skunk slipped off the plank like an athlete swimmer and went into the clean water. Once in the larger pool, it began to poop. It pooped and pooped and kept pooping. It swam to the plank and resumed its position. And, it continued to poop.

The other animals became aggressive toward the skunk. I felt compassion for the skunk. So, I went over and put an arm around the skunk.

This dream action surprised and appalled me so much, I woke straight out of the dream.

Skunk Dream Fulfilled, Dream Symbol of Skunk Interpreted

About two years after the skunk dream, a special meeting convened. Some of the elders in the church wanted to address grievances with the pastor. They chose the visit of the founding leader of the denomination to voice their concerns.

Standing in the room, I looked and recognized the layout of the previous skunk dream. On the left, a small group, loyal to the local pastor sat with him. A larger group, which occupied the larger portion of the right portion of the room, sat around the founding pastor. The room used normally served as a cafeteria for church socials and dinners. The “plank” was the seat on one side of a fold-up picnic-style table with adjoining seats on each side.

Sitting where the skunk occupied the plank in the dream, sat the wife of the local pastor. I decided I would remain silent and watch the meeting play out. This is something that ensures there is no self-fulfillment. When I see a dream manifesting, I typically take a passive position, if circumstances allow it.

The elders listed their grievances. Then, the pastor began to make some simple explanations with patience. After a few sentences, his wife cut him off and made an impassioned speech about the hard work and sacrifice of her husband. It was true. She ended in tears and returned to her plank. She sobbed and cried. But, nobody came to her side. Her husband resumed his response from where he had been interrupted and remained standing in the center of the room.

So, I went over and put an arm around his wife. As I did so, I felt the energy in the room toward me drop. Siding with her, as it appeared, was not well received.

So, what does a skunk mean, spiritually? The symbolism is chosen because people are wise to stay away from skunks. If you tangle with a skunk, it might choose to spray you, which results in you needed to get clean. Spiritually, the muddy water represents the teaching of man. Clean water represents the clean teachings of the Bible and the rhaima word of God. The skunk is a person who follows man to some degree, and who also contaminates the environment for others in the fellowship.

That story had a happy ending. About a year later, the Holy Spirit spoke through me, saying, “You have been repenting of gossip and dividing the Body, and I am pleased.” She started weeping as the words left my mouth. The words surprised me. The information surprised the pastor. She had been taking it to God, not to her husband.

Online Christian Infighting Fulfilled Dream about Skunks

In June, 2020, a youtuber with a prophetic dreams ministry shared a dream about skunks. Skunks in her dream sprayed one another. This continued for a long time.

It was fulfilled, she said, when division rose up in an online community in which she participated. People came against one another. So, skunk spraying symbolizes unkind words. From the commentary the youtuber I watched provided, the sting of these words, like the smell of skunk, can linger long after the attack itself.

Meaning of Skunk Smell

Unfortunately, the smell of a skunk can linger. And, it is something other people notice on a dog or on a person after a skunk attack.

The meaning of a skunk smell in a dream represents the feeling in a room after a skunk finishes speaking, as in the 2010 dream above. Or, it is the impact on peoples’ feelings and self-worth after skunks hit with personal attacks, as in the 2020 dream. Do you know somebody who enters a room and the energy becomes darker or heavier? That person might be symbolized as a skunk in a dream.

If someone does something and a bystander says, “That stinks,” the doer is a skunk.

If someone says something and a bystander says, “That stinks,” the speaker is a skunk, too.

If you smell skunk in a dream, this is the most likely meaning. Someone present in the dream, or recently in the dream area, stank it up somehow. Maybe words. Maybe actions.

Baby Skunks in a Dream: “Little Stinkers”

Meaning of Baby Skunks in a Dream

Baby skunks enter the world with empty glands. They must mature and produce the sulfur-based thiol chemical perfume that offends the nostrils.

A baby skunk symbolizes someone “born of” an adult skunk. Some people make converts of their ideology and attitude. They produce people in their own, skunky, likeness and image. Those people are baby skunks.

A baby skunk can also mean a growing problem that will be potentially troublesome in the future. Skunks start spraying when they are three months old. So, if you see baby skunks in a dream, the potential problem or attack is possibly within three months.

Meaning of a Skunk Running

We established a skunk is a trouble, one that offends, annoys, and ruins the atmosphere. This is often a person. Other times, it could be challenges or situations. If the skunk is running toward you, it is fast approaching. If it is running away from you, the problem has left you. The second interpretation makes sense in a situation in which you previously identified a skunk.

BOOKS

Link to Christian apocalyptic fiction— ‘Fleeing From God & Into His Arms.’
Dream interpretation book: ‘Top 20 Christian Dream Symbols’

How to hear from God: ‘100 Ways God Speaks to You’ = short life stories about struggling to leave worldly beliefs and follow the calling and voice of God.

Dream: Mormons Rounded Up and Jews, Too

2020-05-20T05:00:00.003-07:00

Dream warning: Mormons & Jews Persecuted

May 20th, 2020

Last night, before sleeping, I prayed for something to share on my blog. These are the dreams I saw. Summary first, then details.

1. A man receives a warning dream for Mormon missionaries. Names of Mormons are on a list. One day soon, they will be rounded up.
2. Testifying to Jews about Messiah. Jews, too, should stop attending assemblies where their names are on lists.
3. Open market sellers forced to close.
4/5. An agent sets out to destroy a terrorist operation.

Mormons in Danger
Scene 1: A young man lives with his sister and some other family in a large warehouse.

One day, there is a knock. The sister tells him, “Do not answer it.”

But, the young man looks through a sliver of window not occluded by curtains. He sees the white shirts of Mormon door-knockers.

“It’s the Mormons,” he says. “I want to talk to them.”

He opens the door and lets them in. It is a bit of trick finding a place where they can seat the Mormons so that they can have light to read. It seems, no matter where they move them, the lights do not work. Finally, after moving them three or four times, there is a place where a little light reaches them and they can now read something the young man and his sister have given them to read. Each new place, the young man tries a different kind of light switch. None of them seem to work; the visitors continue to sit in the dark.

The Mormons are not two high school grads. There is one grad and an older man. After their visit, they leave.

A week or a month later, the two men return. The young man walks up to them, already seated inside the door to their home. He strides a step closer to them than his sister. He points a finger at the young Mormon and says, “Since your last visit, I saw a dream about you.” He pauses. “Ah, now I remember,” he says, straightening himself a quarter-inch taller, “The time is soon coming,” he says, “When Mormons will be rounded up. You are all on a list. Your names are on a list. They have you all on a list and they will use it to round you up. If you want to survive, you must move; you must relocate to a new place where nobody knows you.” His eyes and words pierce through the two Mormons, who sit silently, wide-eared. “There, you can fellowship with new friends. But, do not give them your names. You can use a new name if you want. Use a middle name or a nick name. But, do not give them your names.”

The Mormon men appear stunned. Whether they receive it or not, the dream did not show.

Jews in Danger

Scene 2: the same young evangelist walks down the street and turns a corner. Here is an assembly building of some sort. It might be a civic center, or a restaurant, or a synagogue. Outside, in the elbow of an exterior corner created by the layout of the building, congregate about a dozen or so young Jewish men. All are fit and military-service age. They may actually be soldiers, but in civilian clothes.

The young evangelist talks to them. He warns them persecution is coming. “They will come for registries,” he tells them. “Why go to synagogue? You can stay home, meet with friends.” He points at the six nearest him, swoops his arm in a big circle around them, “You can take just these and pray together at home.” The men listen to him. “Is it easier to share a personal problem in a small group or in front of three hundred people in the assembly? What if, for example, I want to say, ‘I have a porn problem. Porn attacked me this week’ and you want to pray with your friends. Which is better, an assembly or you and two friends your age?”

Some of the young Jews shrug it off and turn away. “Nonsense,” someone says.

The evangelist continues, looks for the eyes that remain on him, and finds one. He speaks directly to this young soldier.

“What is the difference between what you believe and what we believe?” Asks the Jew.

“Both of us believe in Messiah,” says the evangelist. “But, we Christians believe that all of the signs prophesied to identify the messiah were fulfilled when Jesus came.” He attempts to think of some specific scripture examples. He lists two of them, and then finds nothing but neural network.

“I should have memorized at least a dozen,” he thinks.

“In his birth, life and ministry, Jesus fulfilled prophecies about the messiah from Ezekiel, Jeremiah, Amos, and other Old Testament prophets.”

He finishes the one-on-one conversation and, as he is leaving, speaks to the larger group once again. These all have their backs to the wall of the synagogue. The single young man seemed to be bound up in a giant sheaf of wheat.

The young Jews say they are soldiers. They maybe say something about special forces.

“I used to be special forces, too,” says the evangelist. He recalls a few times in which he met other special forces soldiers from other countries and branches and offered to fight them one on one. This was a sign of respect.

“How did you do against Israeli SF?”, asks one soldier.

“I lost,” says the evangelist.

The young men laugh. But, they also open up and share a jovial chat before the evangelist leaves.

Businesses Forced to Close

Scene 3: After leaving the synagogue, the evangelist walks through a large open market, covered by steel structures. People are telling the sellers to close up and go home.

One seller says, “They used to just tell us to close. Now, they come right up to you and force you to pack up.”

Attempt to Stop a Terrorist Act

Scene 4: the evangelist speaks with his command structure by phone or radio. He reports that the cell he has been watching is building a very large explosive device. They are actively working on it.

Command gives him orders.

Scene 5: the evangelist climbs to the top of a large, rectangular warehouse-looking building with a metal roof. As he climbs up, and crosses over the roof, he thinks about the conversation with the young Jewish soldiers. He remembers meeting an Israeli SF soldier in an underground parking garage. He offered to fight the man. But, the Israeli declined with a brief, well-chosen statement and walked off. The evangelist knew his answer, “I lost,” would bring him favor with the young Israeli soldiers.
He finds the apartment where the men are actively constructing a bomb. They are in the apartment, assembling it right at that moment. They assemble something with mechanical parts. Might be something other than a bomb. But, they plan an attack, this is clear.

The agent held an RPG similar to this RPG-22 (Russian, 80’s era)

He shoulders something like an RPG launcher. The barrel is thicker than a WWII era bazooka. And, it flanges out toward the business end and a much wider diameter finishes the last length of the barrel. A cap is hinged at the bottom and is open, hanging from the hinge at an angle.

The agent/evangelist aims in at the ground floor apartment. As he steadies his aim, a shipping tractor-trailer truck pulls up on the street, in front of the apartment, and stops.

“I can’t get it through that truck,” he says to himself. “Gotta get a new approach.” He moves quickly across the roof, then slides down the sloping roof and something like a veranda over an approach to a restaurant door. People see him. A woman screams in fright.

“Call the authorities,” someone yells.

The agent continues on mission. He runs along the lower roof to a new place. But, the truck remains an obstacle.

The tip looked like #6, thermobaric round. Explodes inside target.

He jumps from this level of the roof to one lower down. He lands on the lower metal roof with a loud clang. Behind him, a long row of glass windows harbors patrons seated at packed tables in a busy restaurant. He sees them. They see his RPG. The diners stand up and run.

The agent looks toward his target. No clear line to the terrorists. He turns to run further down this portion of roof, to create a better angle.

END OF DREAM

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Mormons:
If you question the LDS religion, you are not alone! I recommend you read one of the best books ever written about examine the Mormon faith and history, and about a beautiful life on the other side of Mormonism: “Unveiling Grace: The Story of How We Found Our Way Out of the Mormon Church”.

BOOKS

Link to Christian apocalyptic fiction— ‘Fleeing From God & Into His Arms.’
Dream interpretation book: ‘Top 20 Christian Dream Symbols’

How to hear from God: ‘100 Ways God Speaks to You’ = short life stories about struggling to leave worldly beliefs and follow the calling and voice of God.

Sickness in Dreams Meaning

2019-01-14T06:36:00.003-08:00

Fighting dream vampires often coincides with virus.

In dreams, we consciously interact with our organs, tissues, and fluids.

Some veteran dreamers will say, “I knew it! Now, what’s he going to say about it?”

Others, most I expect, will respond with, “Whuuuuut? I’ve never heard anything like that. Interact with my organs? How can that work?”

So, let me share with you one of the early dreams that suggested this to me. A virus went around West Philly and several friends came down ill. Customers walking into my shop to purchase cold syrups and ibuprofen must have exhaled on me because I soon had the symptoms.

The Vampire Virus

For two nights, fitful sleep and sweats were the bulk of the night. In dreams, I warred against a strange new enemy. It appeared, representationally, as a kind of vampire, more like The Count from Sesame Street than anything Wesley Snipes ever beheaded. This vampire, though, could not be killed.

A recent release from the Marine Corps, I attacked, attacked, and attacked. “High diddle diddle, straight up the middle,” as the Jarheads say. I launched full frontal, direct assaults on the vampire men. They passed through barriers, like a low sky, but I could not follow.

Finally, one night, I conversed with another person as I went into dreaming. This person told me, “You have to crush their heads. Their heads pop easily.”

“Thanks,” I said. “I’ll try it.”

I went into the dream and sought out the vampires. I did not have to think about this. I did not have to will it or intend it. It is where I went automatically. Once in the place, I sought the vampires, located them, closed with them and attempted close combat. The same previous techniques failed. Then, I struck the head of one. And, it crushed inward like a warm bonbon.

“Alright!” I thought. “It’s on now.” One after the other, without any difficulty, all night long, vampire heads caved in like fresh snow on a warm afternoon.

The next morning, my muscles felt free. I stood and stretched. I felt good, energetic, even. The fever broke and by the end of the day, I felt normal as ever.

That was not the only time in Philadelphia I thought to myself, “I believe I engaged a viral infection directly, at the cellular level.”

Steroid Stampede

A year or two after that, I again came under attack by a viral infection. Though the symbolism in the previous example is more obvious, in this one, the symbolism is phonetically based. I fought on a farm. Someone had tethered a young calf in the mud, near a barn. Beyond the country fence, hills of green grass spread into the distance.

The second night, someone said, “Wait until the cattle come.” That day, I visited a doctor and received a course of steroids. In the night, a stampeding herd came into view, streaming over a nearby hilltop, fully into view, and thundered past the barn. A man ran out and cut the calf free.

The next morning, I felt fine. This time, I felt even more confident that I had viewed events at the cellular level. “Steers equals steroids. It’s obvious,” I realized.

Cleaning the Bathroom in a Dream

More recently, more than twenty years later, I live in Kyiv, Ukraine. Recently, I have had dreams of cleaning out the bathroom. So, what is the dream meaning of cleaning out a bathroom? Again, it is interaction inside the body, at a reduced scale.

Cleaning a bathroom or shower, I believe, represents flushing a kidney, or flushing the gastrointestinal tract.

Yesterday, I drank more than 4.5 liters of water (3 x 1.5 liter bottles, plus part of a fourth.) Last night I dreamed I went to the janitorial closet, took out a mop with cloth strips. A traditional string mop stood there, too. But, I grabbed the cloth strip version because I had done so in a previous dream. And, in last night’s dream, I recalled that choice and repeated it because previous results were good.

Then, I began to clean a room I was vacating at the end of an academic program. I still had assignments to do and tests to pass. But, I got busy cleaning. I cleaned in a room I shared with others.

Then, I went into a common area and cleaned a section of showers. There were large rocks and small rocks. In some places, dirt. I even noticed some red beans in one place. All of this, I pushed with water shot from a spray nozzle on a hose.

In the previous mop dream, I cleaned a bathroom. And, my understanding of that dream was the same: cleaning my kidneys.

Symbolism:

Vampire: Something that attacks the blood. In this case, a virus.

Passing through the sky: passing through a cell wall.

Crushing heads: crushing capsids. (A Capsid shields the enclosed viral DNA or RNA from the immune system. If the capsid is crushed, the viral genome is exposed.)

Steers: steroids

Tethered calf (best guess): a protein involved in the immune response or adaptive immune system. Some infections attempt to turn off or limit immune responses, enabling them to reproduce longer before they are terminated.

Farm: a place where something is grown. Perhaps this is the thymus, where T cells mature into active immune cells.

Red beans: kidney. A manifestation of the concept of kidney mixing into the symbolism. This also shows that the rocks and dirt might be something other than just “kidney stones.” Or, that these were soft, not hard.

Stones: kidney stones

Dirt: minerals that can be discharged.

Edit: The day after posting this, I read an article in the Journal of Scientific Exploration which described the interaction of test subjects with their own immune system. So, my dream experiences are supported by a scientific trial.

BOOKS

Link to Christian apocalyptic fiction— ‘Fleeing From God & Into His Arms.’
Dream interpretation book: ‘Top 20 Christian Dream Symbols’

How to hear from God: ‘100 Ways God Speaks to You’ = short life stories about struggling to leave worldly beliefs and follow the calling and voice of God.

Flawless, but False, Dreams-- How are They Identified as False?

2018-12-27T09:47:00.001-08:00

Sometimes, the devil sends a dream. But, all the content is true and accurate. How can you discern it as a fake?

On November 15, 2018, a series of dreams showed several topics which have threaded their way through my dream life over the last 25 years. When I woke, I sleep-stumbled to my office and wrote down notes for three separate scenes and recorded the time I woke as 7:50 a.m.
Then, I began to confirm that things from the dream were real. The name of a city in Georgia, USA: check. It exists. Two cities in the northeast and their relative locations to one another. Yep. Also accurate. Olympic Games in a particular city on a specific year? Yes, that happened there.

Everything checked out. And, it lacked all the typical red flags that usually cause me to convict the dream as “false until proven otherwise by prayer." But, I didn’t pray because, somehow, it just didn’t occur to me to perform my standard first-rule ritual to pray and ask, “Father in Heaven, is this dream from you?” But, as I fact-checked the dream contents, my spirit became increasingly unsettled.

Finally, I prayed.
“Father is this dream from you?”
He responded with a question, “Does it have my signature?”
This confused me. “What is your signature?” I asked. Even as the question formed, He sent the answer in the form of an understanding:

There is a quality to everything God creates. And, this dream did not have it.
Just as a painter has a particular nature to his brush strokes and paint mix or a sculptor accents the way he forms eyes or accentuates particular musculature, so too does Almighty God have a signature, a particular quality imbued into visions and dreams He sends. This is something felt, perceived, and discerned. It is not something the logical mind can put a finger on, diagram and disprove with philosophical rules.

Today, December 25th, I listened to a great teaching by Ivory Hopkins. He spoke on Omegaman Radio and the show is posted on Youtube, “How to Navigate thru False Prophets- Ivory Hopkins.” In his teaching, Hopkins reviews Acts 16:17-18. A slave girl who earned money for her masters by soothsaying follows Paul and Timothy. She says, “These men are servants of the Most High God who show us the way unto salvation.” This was totally true and accurate. But, Paul understood she had a spirit. And, he cast it out.

This story compliments the lesson I learned about the false dream. Ivory Hopkins carefully pointed out that this word from the soothsayer could not have been refuted with scripture or by analysis; it was accurate and correct. But, by discernment, Paul understood what it was.

We can be assured that something about the girl’s constant proclamations felt wrong. It lacked the signature of our Father in Heaven. That particular quality of power, purity and love was not there. The depth of solidity and power in God’s works was not there.

There are many ways to identify a dream or vision as false. Sometimes, it is discernment, sometimes it is identifying the cheap knock-off quality of it, sometimes it is characteristics of standard demonic tactics like threats or appeals to ego, and sometimes a false dream is only identified by discernment.

BOOKS

Link to Christian apocalyptic fiction— ‘Fleeing From God & Into His Arms.’
Dream interpretation book: ‘Top 20 Christian Dream Symbols’

How to hear from God: ‘100 Ways God Speaks to You’ = short life stories about struggling to leave worldly beliefs and follow the calling and voice of God.

Bethel Redding Exposed

2018-10-16T08:37:00.004-07:00

Bethel Redding Exposed

Note 1: After I finished writing out the text of this dream. I prayed and asked the Holy Spirit about it. I began to suspect a higher reason, and asked, "Are you doing this because people are praying to know if Bethel Redding is false?"

"No," He said. I wondered why He recently sent me so many dreams about Bethel.

"I am causing them to pray for clarification," He said. "I want them to see the Light, my Way."

Note 2: Preceding this dream, for many months I received a common, frustrating dream. I would be somewhere, in a coffee house usually, and step away. When I returned, my things were stolen. The items varied, but included valuables like my wallet, my Ipad, and similar valuables. Sometimes, it was a large store of money saved for me, but taken. In some of the dreams,the unseen thief or thieves enters because a door is unlocked or left open. In most of the first ones, nobody saw anything. In one of the last dreams, someone stole some of my possessions which were stored "at my father's house" in a locker which had been left unlocked for the night, in a building whose door had the lock and handle completely removed.

Now, the dreams of October 16th:
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Woke at 4:34 a.m. This is what I dreamed prior:

Scene 1: At the conclusion of some events, I stand in my new, empty home and look around. Two areas near the entrance have thick carpet, a soft brûlée color. I like it. But, a coat of white dust covers much of the floor and carpet. If you have ever properly sanded a wall in preparation for a new coat of paint, this is the kind of fine dust that work creates. In places, it has been swept into piles. “Later, I will need to vacuum,” I think.

Scene 2: I walk near my new home, feeling joyful and energetic. A woman emerges from the water.

She fell in, she tells me. She is wet and her white summer dress is now sheer. Red underwear and a dark bra are visible. “I have to be in the court,” she says. “I have an appointment and I can’t be late.” I offer to help. Next, we are looking over a map. I show her where we are, and were she needs to go. “If you take transit, you have to go up this line to the interchange, then take this line to get where you need to go. Honestly, it will be faster if you walk.”

She asks if she can dry her clothes and clean up at my home. I agree.

She and I walk toward my home. The day is sunny and the walk is beautiful. Trees and a lot of green shrubbery and grassed areas line the path. She walks ahead of me, about 10 yards. Suddenly, a thin man jumps out from bushes on the right. An open, zippered leather jacket hangs loosely over his thin frame.

“Ho now,” he says. "Howz about you give me your wallet?" He delivers a cool speech in which he lets me know I am being robbed. Instead of handing over my wallet, I grab him and throw him off the top of the retaining wall on the left side of the walk.

I run with the girl toward my home. I reach my door. As I unlock it, the girl calls out to the man, telling him she now knows where I live and to come quickly. I enter and swing the door to close it behind me. The woman grabs the outside knob and we tug it back and forth. I struggle without success to close and lock the door before the man arrives.

Scene 3: The latter half of Scene 2 resets and plays out largely the same. Except, when the man appears, there is a realization, “Whoa, this has happened before.” I throw him off the retaining wall again, but run past the woman. I reach the door and notice that my door number is something like 200 (or 400?) As I enter, I think, “Now I’ve betrayed where I live again.” The two of them arrive and press on the door. (This time, the door opens in instead of out.) The woman gets her arm over the top of the door. I am on the floor, kicking with my feet and using my body mass to block the door. This
positions my body outside of the angle she blindly points something in her hand.
“She has a gun,” I think. But then I notice that the business end is not a barrel. It has a kind of cross-tip, like a drill bit. It looks more like a compact Phillips head electric drill than a gun.

Scene 4: I suddenly appear in a building. Without any idea where I might be, I look at the decor and think it must be a beauty salon. People walking past me wear nice clothing, have jewelry and the women have salon hair styles. Behind me is a short piece of furniture with rows and columns of square drawers. This is maybe 5 or 6 drawers across and 3 or 4 drawers deep.

The paint shows brush stroke accents. Blues.

In the drawer

It is hand painted with a mix of blues and maybe purple or pink, dabbed on with a brush. It is artistically done. I open the top, right drawer. Inside, I find some things the size of coins. Two of these are larger than the others. One has a bust, like George Washington, on it. (I think it is Washington.) The other is irregular, shaped somewhat like a tear drop. One side has a large polished portion, without any relief image on it. The contents of the drawer seem to change. Or, I may have opened the next drawer to the left. I see a small tin, closed. It contains some small items like marbles, something dime-sized, which were previously strewn loose in the drawer. This one is rectangular, but with smoothed edges. There may be a second tin in here. And, one of the tins may have an inward curve to the side that opens, opposite a hinge. As I look carefully at the items, I think, “This will prove I was here. I can prove I was here.”

Scene 5: I am again at the same place with the table of square drawers in rows and columns. There are many people walking about. I still do not know where this is. I stop a woman and ask.
“Don’t you know where you are?” she asks.
“No. Where is this?”

“You are in the place where you give your soul but are allowed to keep your body until you die.” This shocks me and I say nothing. She speaks again. “You are in Bethel, Redding.”

Scene 6: I stand overlooking an area of wood-clad shops. The land slopes down to some buildings

made of rough wood boards. I realize I have no memory of traveling to this place.

I think, “I did not come here on my own. I supernaturally traveled here. This means God put me here and I have great power to back me up." Then, I say to the Holy Spirit, "So, then, let's go down and see what will happen.”

I start walking downhill toward the shops. There is a walk which forms three legs of a long rectangle. The short side which would have been on the uphill end, is left out of the design. The shops are arranged along the outside of the walk, facing inward.

I walk down the side to the right and across the relatively level short side at the low end. As I walk up the third side, a man jumps out to rob me. I step away and look for the woman accomplice. Instead of the blonde, a second man steps forward to support the mugger. “Ah, the second person is really a man,” I think. A third man steps forward. I step away further and continue walking back. A third man also steps forward from the crowd. He has the soft blue gun and points it at me as I turn to run. He fires. A small shiny metal rod projectile hits me in the left forearm, about 2 inches proximal to the wrist and above the radius bone. The bit is about as long as a grain of rice, but much smaller in diameter. My feet carry me away as fast as I can go.

I arrive at my mother’s home just as she returns from work. She is tired, but lets me in. I wash my hands and examine the wound. A red welt the size of a cherry already formed. I pimple squeeze it, but fail to dislodge the metal bit. The burgundy, half-sphere shaped, ceramic sink fills with water. Someone’s facial hair shavings float along the top of the water.

A loud banging noise comes from the area of the front door. Through the clear panels of the door, I see one of the men from the ambush on the walway.

“Don’t you know we put a tracker in you?” he mocks. “We followed you right here.” A second and third man appear. They kick in the door. They rush in and as they do, a fourth man, hidden to the side of the entrance, follows them in. I back up to the furthest room in the home, near the kitchen. My mother was sitting here, tired, head down. Now, she stands.

I see her in the corner, to my left, and think, “Now, I also have my mother to help me." The first to bang the door steps to me in his baggy olive drab jacket (reminiscent of Vietnam era utility jacket.)

I punch and kick him. He goes down. A second man jumps. Stepping back, I grab him and guide his fall so he lands atop the first man. I put a knee on his forearm so he cannot stand. I connect three or four punches to the side of his face before the third man jumps at me. We wrestle for superior arm grip. I win and bring him down onto his two buddies. I put my right knee now onto the third man’s forearm and my punches land on him. The fourth man is larger in size than any one of the other three. He has a bit of a gut and white hair. But, he does not attack before the scene ends. This is the man who shot me on the walk. (Scene break, but same backdrop of mother’s house.) After the fight is won, I run through the house. Where is my wallet? Where is it? Did they get it? I open a brown bag and see there both my wallet and another valuable possession. “Phew,” I sigh.

Then, a voice says, “They were with you all along.”

Scene 7: Two men are already off the scene. One is being led off, and police are tightening cuffs on the last of the four men. As uniformed police lead this last man away, a woman with light-colored, somewhat frizzy hair steps forward. She wears simple street clothes, nothing elaborate or lavish, and says, “I understand your situation. I am also from Ukraine.” She is a detective, I think, someone with more authority than the uniforms.

Scene 8: I again walk the rectangular walk, on the down sloping side. On the right, between the walk and a shop face, a woman sits on something like the low end of a see-saw. I join her by sitting on the lever arm on her side, a bit higher up along the length running to the fulcrum.

I tell her the story. She wrinkles her mouth a bit and looks askance, a bit off to her right, away from my eyes.

“Don’t you understand?” I ask. “I beat four men. I beat four men! That is not possible for a man to do. Only God can do this. God has done this! It can only be God. Don’t you see?”

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Then I woke and it was morning. I wrote two pages of notes and made sketches.An hour later, I typed it out. Less than 12 hours later, I published the message here on this blog.
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Interpretation:
Man in a new home: A new Christian.
Woman who fell into the water: A fallen spirit
She has shear clothing: A spirit of lust and immodesty, hidden but exposed by the Holy Spirit
Skinny man in loose jacket: Spirit of Arrogance, false representation and self image awareness (people with this spirit have unearned confidence and make efforts to control how others perceive them. The skinny man's speech was intentionally theatrical.)
Con woman and con man: deceptive unclean spirits
What the con artists want to steal: souls
Entering the home: entering the soul; entering a person's life
Open door: As God in Rev 3:20 says to open the door and let Him in... So, too, do the unclean spirits want to enter. The struggle at the door is a spiritual battle. An open door is an opportunity for someone or some thing. The man was deceived and opened the door to the spirit of lust. He quickly realized the truth and then fought to close the door.
Hallway table with drawers: I think this is an actual furnishing at Bethel.

Wooden shops with cafe and wood plank walkway: I believe this is an actual place. I once saw something similar in Florida.

Tracking chip gun: This is not a device to buy and sell. It was used to track people and learn where they might run in a time of trouble.When I prayed about this, the Holy Spirit showed me that they are tracking people in multiple ways: Smart phones, smart watches, electronic devices, loyalty shopping discount cards, GPS-capable automobiles, banking atm activity, ticket purchases and other e-finance activities. Additionally, He showed me that they also have algorithms to identify your haunts by analyzing the activity of your known associates. For example, if you turn off your cell phone and remove the battery, then drive in an a pre-GPS car to T.G.I. Fridays and meet your friends, they will identify you as a likely attendee when they place your associate(s) at the same place, and note that they arrived at about the same time as it would require you to arrive there, calculating from the time you disabled your devices tracking ability. Their goal is to answer this question: "If this person runs, where will he go?"

Chip hit flesh above radius bone: This is the place I wear a GPS-enabled sports watch.

Three mugging attempts: the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd waves. The 1st wave with Bob Jones in Kansas City used the female angel Emma-O. The second wave was at Toronto. The third wave was Lakeland. Jones introduced her to Todd Bentley, who then started Lakeland using the same spirit. The 4th man who was hidden...

The 4th man: A 4th wave of the unholy? He was hidden in the first two attacks, and remained in the shadows on the 3rd attack, until the last moment, when he fired the tracking gun. But, in the 4th attack, the man makes his move.

"They were with you all along.": I believe this refers to Christians caught up in false movements... They are not really lost. The enemy has not stolen them. (From the previous months' dreams, it appears they might be lost. They are not.)

Men handcuffed: spirits bound in the name of Jesus.

Transportation and route to courthouse: This may be a real route. This screenshot taken from the RABA (Redding Area Bus Authority) website shows the acute-angle intersection of routes shown in the dream. The two legs are Route 273 (green and yellow) and West Cypress (light green and purple.) The Redding courthouse is located at 1500 Court Street. But, that is the wrong way for to match the dream. However, there is a U.S. District Court courthouse at 2986 Bechelli Lane. Bus route 5 can be caught on W. Cypress after Parkview Avenue.
Additionally, Google maps shows a small canal running between the two roads, just as shown in the dream.

Appointment at the courthouse which has the woman concerned: Judgment Day.

Shops area: I think this place, and the woman on the see-saw are an actual place and an actual woman. She is wavering back and forth on accepting that she is in a false movement. When she hears the story, she has a difficult time believing it, even though she and I are "on the same side."

Doubting woman in Scene 8: a real woman, who will doubt this story, but whose heart God is moving to examine the NAR/Emergent Church/INC movement more closely.

BOOKS

Link to Christian apocalyptic fiction— ‘Fleeing From God & Into His Arms.’
Dream interpretation book: ‘Top 20 Christian Dream Symbols’

How to hear from God: ‘100 Ways God Speaks to You’ = short life stories about struggling to leave worldly beliefs and follow the calling and voice of God.

Missile Attack on American Cities

2018-09-28T13:27:00.000-07:00

This dream is an adventure and follows the story line of a young intellectuals recruited into a secret mission. The dream is not about me (I don’t think), but about a younger man. The dream reveals events through the lens of his experiences.
*** (Scene 1)
The young man finds himself among a group of men and women recruited primarily from campuses all across the United States. A meeting is held and they are indoctrinated into a special mission. They receive special training and are assigned into teams of one male and one female each.
A large, thick-framed man speaks to them all and tells them what is happening and provides an overview of training. He speaks to them authoritatively and professionally, but is calm.
Another man in the group asks, “And what shall we call you?”
“I don’t give my name,” the leader says.
“We have to call you something,” replies the second man without hesitation. “How about Mac? We’ll call you Mac.”
“I would have preferred something else. But, that will do.”
*** (Scene 2)
The group is presented with a problem. One of the other new recruits suggests using latitude and longitude numbers to transmit data open source. The leader approves this idea, then adds, “But, we must transmit 8-digit data sets and lat-long have six digits in all, considering degrees, minutes, and seconds.
The young man central to the dream series says, “Well, lat-long is basically a Cartesian coordinate system. If we assign the point of interest as the origin, we can convert the data. The receiver knows the rule and can reconvert the data because he knows there is an implicit assumption of (0,0) as the origin. So, he has 8 digits of information: the six included and the two implicit.”
As he speaks, he draws a line across a map. The line begins far southeast of the two points, and ends just after passing through two closely situated points.
*** (Scene 3)
Later, outside the building where the indoctrination took place, the young man stands near Mac.
“When we’re in formation and you ask if there are any questions, I’m going to ask if Mac is short for Macaroni and Cheese.” The young man shakes with laughter and snickering. Mac remains as he was, looking toward the building and waiting for his recruits to exit and form up.
*** (Scene 4)
The class is preparing for a final event. All are dressing in fine clothing made of whites and golds. The suits have diamonds and jewelry. Women have fancy dresses and the men have suits. The young man is not yet completely dressed when he looks to his watch.
He turns a bezel on the face of the gold-trimmed watch and holds it near his mouth. “What did you say? I couldn’t hear.”
A female voice comes through the watch. Her words are broken and intermixed with static. “It’s too late. We have to stop. We must call off the operation.”
“What? What are you saying? I can’t hear you.”
A group of mostly females on the other side of the same room talk and laugh excitedly.
“Hey, can you keep it down? I’m getting a message, but I can’t hear. Quiet it down for a minute.”
If they hear, they do not acknowledge him. They remain laughing, preparing for the big event for which they trained.
The young man leaves the room, walks down a hall and enters another room. “Say again… What have you said?”
The female repeats, “It is too late. We need to stop.” Her voice trembles.
“Something is wrong…” the young man thinks. “Has she been captured?”
“What is wrong? Has something happened?”
Crackling static and a few garbled noises come from the watch.
“I still can’t hear you. Noise is coming through the walls.” He steps into a closet and closes the louvered bi-fold door. This creates a quiet space.
“It is too late,” she says. Her voice is clear— and clearly sad.
The door to the room opens and a young woman, partially dressed, walks in. The young man looks through the louvre and sees a brown-skinned young woman in a thong.
Quickly, he opens the door and steps out.
The young woman turns to him, “What are you doing in there?”
“I needed a quiet space to hear,” he says. “I’m leaving now.”
He tells the others about the cryptic watch communication.
*** (Scene 5)
Some of them stand outside. There is a feel to the environment here, like it is an island.
“Look!” someone shouts.

In the sky above, lines of red streak across the sky. The red lines fade after a short time, so that it appears as if short streaks of red travel across the sky. All the streaks converge on cities in sets of three.
The young recruits stand and watch as the sets of red lines travel the sky, toward cityscapes north of them. The lines travel, then arc downward toward skylines of tall buildings clustered densely together. The lines seem to reach the point where an impact is anticipated. For a brief moment, there is a curious wondering, “What? Nothing?” Then, fireballs erupt at the ends of the paths. Massive fireballs of red tinged with orange light up the night sky.
*** (Scene 6)
I row a canoe across the water under a night sky. The exterior surface of the canoe is not smooth; it is made entirely of rich-cocoa colored burls. The uniformly apricot-sized burls form a continuous skin. In the canoe with me are another adult and a small person.
A whale surfaces off the starboard side. It rises up immediately adjacent us. As water pours off his back, the canoe is not capsized, but fills with water.
“He’s doing this because it is fun for him,” I realize. “Well, this is happening.”
The canoe sinks.
Me, the other adult, and a third person who feels to be ‘tagging after us’ are in the water, swimming toward the mainland.
Through a quiet night, in relatively calm waters, we swim. After a time, I wonder that there are no sharks in the water.
As we near land, I look back and see the tagging-after person. Appearing as a small seal (not a baby seal, a reduced-size adult seal), fear shows on the seal’s face. Behind the seal, a very large alligator swims after us.
To the other adult, I say, “Go ahead. I’m going to hold back a bit and deal with this.”
The other adult says nothing and continues swimming forward.
*** (Scene 7)
I tread water a minute and the seal passes. Then, the gator comes alongside. I place my right hand on his back and force him forward toward land. When we reach shore, I force his face into a solid vertical rock. His snout bends up at ninety degrees. Grabbing the end of his jaw, I bend it back and press it all the way to his eyes.
END

Mind Trap- a Strategy of the Devil

2017-12-04T04:08:00.001-08:00

A strategy of the devil: Trap in a dream within a dream.

This lesson, taught in a dream, is valuable.

December 3, 2017 8:30 a.m., approx.

In a landscape of light and dark grays, augmented with deep blues and black, a battle waged. The initial perspective of the dream viewed the scene as if standing a great distance away. On the far horizon, the conflict engaged beneath a small cluster of tall trees. Lightning flashed.

The enemy did something to one of the fighting men. This man propelled away from the battle. He ran and passed me. When he neared, just as he passed, the features of his face caused recognition. His face mirrored my own.

Then, I became the runner.
*

I ran along an upraised something. It was as if two 1970’s fabric couches were pushed back to back and I ran along the tops of the backs and the tops of solid cushions.

This run ended when the course abruptly ceased. My feet windmilled into the air above an open space and fell about three meters to a solid floor.

The space formed not from four walls, but from an irregular arrangement of rectangular objects. One looked like a filing cabinet. Another seemed similar to a squat, two-door wall locker. Aisles between the cubical forms radiated out from the space at random intervals and various angles.

The cursory visual examination of the space ended when a sound to my front right drew my attention. I turned my head and looked. An armored man with an elongated weapon in one hand ran toward me. His arms and legs pumped like a war engine.
I shifted my weight just as he tackled me. I converted his momentum and the two of us spun into the air. I elevated my hips above his and landed on top. I jumped to a cross mount position and began subduing him.

As the first blows landed, I noticed his face. He looked like a version of me. He shared most of my features. Except, his eyebrows stopped before the outside edge of his eyes and his hair curled. I noticed, but continued my side of the punching duel.

Another man ran up from behind and assisted me in fighting. This man also looked like me.
At this point in the dream, all the faces were versions of Mark Wahlberg.

The new ally and I quickly bound the one who rushed me after I arrived. As we held him, the third me explained, “I’ve been here awhile. This one is easy to defeat. But…”

Two new versions of me rushed at us from one of the long aisles. We stood and engaged them. As we stood, the man on the ground regained his feet and a three-on-two melee followed.

As we fought our three adversaries, my only ally explained, “These are older versions. The longer they’ve been here, the weaker they get. We will defeat them soon enough.” As predicted, the fighting went our way. Victory seemed certain. The man I fought had the same main features as the rest of us. But, his short curly hair covered only the sides and back of his head. The bald middle portion widened more than the others of us and the majority of the bald region was concave. The top of his skull dipped slightly down as if someone mashed in a dent with a large round stone.

Then, I saw a new me rushing toward the battle. I turned to my ally and warned him, “Here comes a perfect version.”

“He is the strongest. He is the most difficult. I’ve never beaten him yet.”

Wake, about 8:30, probably a few minutes before.

Interpretation: This dream was about a mind trap. While I fought in the storage area, the real battle waged far away, without me.

The storage space represented my mind. The versions of me were my own thoughts, variations of a theory, belief, life habit, or schema.

The dream summarized to this: The enemy took me out of the battle by introducing an idea into my mind. That idea then engaged and fought other ideas and beliefs on the unidentified matter. In this way, he distracted me from the real battle.

The previous day, I prayed, “Father, please teach me something I will need to know when I work in biology.”

So, I believe this is about getting mired down debating and overthinking theory when the real work is somewhere else. The lab bench, or the reading room, for example, might be places to better invest time and energy.

The prayer shed light on the use of Mark Wahlberg as me. This indicated a future version of me, one who lives in Boston. Wahlberg starred in two films situated in Boston, the city where I plan to study.

Improving Yourself Improves the Value of Dreaming

2016-01-05T23:52:00.001-08:00

Secrets to Better Dreaming

Improve Yourself and Improve Dream Life

   This lesson will improve your experience with dreaming. Dreaming can be an important tool in the creative process. It strengthens decision making. It forewarns against bad decisions and mistakes in professional and personal activities. But, this is only true if dreams are properly screened and interpreted.
     Properly screening dreams means weeding out the junk from what is valuable. Proper interpretation most importantly means taking the dream to God and asking for interpretation. It also means preventing your own mind from inserting itself into the interpretive process. A dream is not really of the world; it is not subject to worldly tools of analysis, breakdown, and interpretation. While the scientific mind cannot be applied in interpreting, it can work in preventing errors in the process of understanding dream symbols, events, and relationships.
     Yesterday, January 5th, 2016, a dream I had sometime around 1995 came to pass. In that dream, I saw that I was in a war zone. And, back home, where there was no war, people had come to believe I was dead. Last night, a radio show host I know phoned me. He told me that people in the online community he and I both visited thought I had been killed by Russians or some other nefarious actor. Currently, I live close to the "line of conflict" in Eastern Ukraine. I am working in Slavyonsk. And, I have not been reserved in calling out war crimes committed by Russian mercenaries fighting in this area. They have standing orders to shut down all synagogues, mosques, Buddhist temples, and Christian churches. They leave the Orthodox churches open. Under the Soviet system, Moscow controlled these churches. Additionally, these Chechens murder Christian pastors and their elder sons. They torture them first, in some cases. Here in Slavyonsk, Chechen soldiers tortured the pastor of the largest church and killed his two oldest sons. So, when I disappeared recently from the online community, people considered I might have been killed.
     Now, back to the original dream I saw in 1995. In that dream, I saw myself living in the woods, emerging only to snipe Russians who were forcing locals to perform slave labor. The Russian forces here, called "rebels" in the Western media, have enslaved captured Ukrainian soldiers and nationalist fighters. But, I am here working as an engineering consultant on reconstruction projects.
     When I first started dreaming, I added in my own sense of drama. As I began to see dream scenes fulfilled, some of these were ordinary events, but which I had originally believed to be part of World War III, or some dramatic fight for survival. So, I had to condition this out of my habit. I trained myself to watch television shows and movies without getting emotionally involved. And, I improved my ability to logically process what I see in daily life. Occasionally, I look around the room or place where I am standing. I describe to myself the place and the events taking place there. I mention where I am in my life. This helps me to understand what is taking place should I see that scene in a dream sometime in the past. All of this should be done with detached pragmatism.
Commonly, we understand prophetic and precognitive dreams to be seen before they happen. We say, “He saw the future.” But, a better way to think of dreaming is to say, “information transferred from one place in space and time to another place in space and time.”
For example, I once dreamed about being a refugee in Los Angeles, fleeing as Russian soldiers overran the West Coast via Alaska and Canada. In that dream, future me realized it was a dreamed moment. So, I grabbed a quarter and examined it closely. 1994 me, watching the events of the dream, realized that the reverse side of the quarter differed from those in circulation in ‘94, when only the standard eagle adorned the US quarter. That future-self act vetted the dream in 1999 when the state quarter series began.
Sometimes, I am keenly aware that I am dreaming the event I'm detailing. So, I give information that I think the old me needs or will want to know. Intentional actions affect what your past self sees in dreams. Habitual actions will also make it into the final cut, the dream you see. A person with anger issues will see that anger in precognitive dreams. A person who helps others will see themselves helping others in dreams. Dreams show events in your future life. And, they show both what you habitually do and also what you train yourself to do.
     In short, your personal habits will affect your dreams. Knowing this can empower you to recognize and remove problem habits. You can also proactively develop habits which benefit your dreaming experience and the information therein.
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BOOKS

Link to Christian apocalyptic fiction— ‘Fleeing From God & Into His Arms.’
Dream interpretation book: ‘Top 20 Christian Dream Symbols’

How to hear from God: ‘100 Ways God Speaks to You’ = short life stories about struggling to leave worldly beliefs and follow the calling and voice of God.