Does God talk to us in dreams?

[Guest man]

I believe you.

I saw the Twin Towers go down..........................................in 1991.

Oh! That HAD to be a prophetic dream! Did you tell anyone?

I told a couple of people. At the time it didn't mean anything. How would have thought?

I still have'em every now then. Very vivid.......I can still remember every detail of the one from 91. Had one a couple of years ago.....something huge coming out of Mexico. Could be nothing. Don't know. Have to wait and see.

[Blien]

I believe you.

I saw the Twin Towers go down..........................................in 1991.

Oh! That HAD to be a prophetic dream! Did you tell anyone?

I told a couple of people. At the time it didn't mean anything. How would have thought?

I still have'em every now then. Very vivid.......I can still remember every detail of the one from 91. Had one a couple of years ago.....something huge coming out of Mexico. Could be nothing. Don't know. Have to wait and see.

I've heard a prophecy about this. They say that there will be some kind of weakness at the border allowing Islamic Mexican Terrorists to come through and attack the United States.

[Guest man]

We know from the book of Revelation that at the end of the tribulation period, Jesus will return with an army of saints and fight the battle of Armageddon. I have no reason to doubt that you will be among those doing battle against the anti-Christ and his army.

If what you say is correct, wow to think I was in Iraq 2003-2004 and retired from the Army 2005 thinking I took part in my last war. Now to find out the biggest war is yet to come, I couldn't figure out why God had me in the Army going to all these NCO schools at a late age, then the Iraq war came along and I thought that was the reason, I guess God wanted me trained for bigger plans. The problem is I'm not ready for this war yet and I must train more, like all Christians I'm still a "work in progress".

Keep your heart in the right place and you'll always be ready.

[traveller]

I believe you.

I saw the Twin Towers go down..........................................in 1991.

Oh! That HAD to be a prophetic dream! Did you tell anyone?

I told a couple of people. At the time it didn't mean anything. How would have thought?

I still have'em every now then. Very vivid.......I can still remember every detail of the one from 91. Had one a couple of years ago.....something huge coming out of Mexico. Could be nothing. Don't know. Have to wait and see.

I'd like to hear this one man. If you don't feel comfortable sharing it here, maybe a PM?

[oldzimm]

Well here it goes, OldZimm's Dream. I dreamed that I was floating in air at a funeral, I looked into the coffin and I saw myself lying there (it felt so real). The strange thing is I looked so young in that coffin, like I was in my twenties with no gray hair (if you look at my profile pic there is nothing but gray and white hair). Next thing I knew, I was in an army fighting Satan. That's when I woke up sorta in shock because it seemed so real.

My first question is: Were you saved at this age?

I accepted Christ as my lord and savior when I was a young man. The sad part is over the years I turned into a Christmas/ Easter Christian. Little over a year ago I visited a new Church less then a mile from my house and I never felt so much love by total strangers, now I might of only missed going to church around six Sundays this past year and I've been going to the men's group and a worship retreat weekend. I feel like I can't get enough of Gods word, that I've open my whole heart up to him to let the Holy Spirit flood into me.

[Guest]

Hallelujah!

[~candice~]

I have a recurring dream too.

It's me and Jesus, walking along a track in the desert.

Jesus stops and says "wait here for Me".

I knew there were others around who were waiting too.

So I wait, after a few minutes, He doesn't reappear, so I sit under the shade of the tree. After a few hours, I build a little shelter. I sleep there overnight. And the next night. And the next. I end up just living at that spot, waiting for Jesus.

Other people who are supposed to be waiting for Jesus, over the years, have gone off and set up businesses and gone on holidays and got fancy jobs and care about their hair.... etc etc etc. There are cars and buses and train timetables and everything. The hustle and bustle is amazing.

It's like surrounding my little tent shelter, a thriving metropolis city has developed.

And I'm just sitting there alone waiting for Jesus.

[Blien]

I have a recurring dream too.

It's me and Jesus, walking along a track in the desert.

Jesus stops and says "wait here for Me".

I knew there were others around who were waiting too.

So I wait, after a few minutes, He doesn't reappear, so I sit under the shade of the tree. After a few hours, I build a little shelter. I sleep there overnight. And the next night. And the next. I end up just living at that spot, waiting for Jesus.

Other people who are supposed to be waiting for Jesus, over the years, have gone off and set up businesses and gone on holidays and got fancy jobs and care about their hair.... etc etc etc. There are cars and buses and train timetables and everything. The hustle and bustle is amazing.

It's like surrounding my little tent shelter, a thriving metropolis city has developed.

And I'm just sitting there alone waiting for Jesus.

That is just such a lovely dream! Stay like that Andy. Wow, your such a blessing!

[Blien]

I had one last night, so vividly. It was one of my friends dying. Someone I went to junior high and part of highschool with in IL.

She died of a drug overdose. I couldn't see her face but it seemed like it was in college setting. I was given the chance to go back in time to highschool. Nobody knew anything was out of the ordinary except for one girl named Rebekkah. She is a Christian I remember. She knew why I was there. It was as if she was there with me, like really with me. We were in the lunch line and I got the chance to see a side of the friend that was dying of an overdose that we never knew.

I watched her snort cocaine off to the side of the lunch line, I still couldn't see her face but I saw her take baking soda out of her backpack and rub it in her mouth (I found out this morning from my husband that people do this with the cocaine to make thier mouths numb or something like that. I could not have known this otherwise).

The principal was coming so she quickly stopped and started wiping her nose with water. She came back to the lunch line and all of us were sitting on the cafeteria floor for some reason. All of my friends from school. She was sitting in front of me. I remember her saying clearly "My life, my future is going to be like an apocalypse".

Worried and saddened by her comment, I grabbed her hand and put it to my forehead, bowing my head, closing my eyes. I prayed for her, for God to protect her, etc.

When I was finished, she took her hand out of mine and I got a wiff of her hand. It smelled like baking soda and some other really strong and QUITE familiar smell but I can't pin point it, like someone I know. After this thought,

I looked at Rebekkah and she smiled at me. We both smiled with a knowing expression of what is about to come.

Then, I looked at the girl with no face and said "Thanks for letting me get all religious on you" jokingly and giggling.

Then, I saw her on a stage dancing and singing a song. When I was in school, every year I took part in a musical. She had short black hair and a little outfit on but still no face. I was given a chance to walk through the crime scene to try and figure out who it was. Every time I got close to figuring it out, the answers faded out into a distance and flashes of the overdose kept interrupting.

I ended up in her childhood house looking at photos that I can't remember and seeing that her mother was a weight watching freak and found out she was feeding her daughter slim fast drinks and stuff while she was young in school with me. I do remember one girl being bulemic in my school but she didn't have short black hair unless that was just a wig in the musical scene.

I woke up with the top of my chest sweating profusely. The dream was so vivid, the smell of her hand was SO real. I thought about maybe a friend of mine really has died but then I remembered why did I pray for her if she is already dead? It has just been on my heart all day. I prayed for her again in a conscious state, whoever she is...

Rewind, the only time I have ever had a dream like this before is in 2004. I had a dream that someone died, someone I knew, a man. All I could see in the dream of a man who had no face was he died near a school. I called home to PA where my mom was living where I lived for 4 years. I could not get a hold of her that whole next day.

2 days later after the dream, my mom returned my call and asked me why I called. I said "Mom, I had this dream......"

When I told her the details, she started to cry. I said "Mom, what's wrong?" She said "Remember Jason, T's boyfriend? (they had children together, I literally only met this man like 2 times total), well he took a bunch of pain pills and other things, walked to the woods by the kid's school and died yesterday. I have been so busy trying to comfort her and the kids so that's why I haven't called you back."

Anyways.....I can not get this dream I had last night off of my heart. Maybe that's all I was supposed to do is pray :idk: or maybe it was nothing...

Hi Jami, I've been thinking about this for a while.. and yes all I think you can do is just pray. This dream is so mysterious, but here are a couple of things I thought might help with the interpretation. Seeing no faces to me means, no personality, as if the person has no control over them self but something else is leading them.

That girl who had black hair, the color of the hair could represent a character trait or something similar. I had a dream recently of my ex-girlfriend and she has black hair, in the dream she had black hair but as she turned around I saw her hair had a dense long patch of yellow. Yellow represents fear. So I knew the fear I was from recently was from her. Remember Samson got his power from his hair... that could be the power of a person symbolically speaking.

I think God is raising you up a strong intercessor Jami.

[Guest TillmanCT]

Please don't think I'm going off the deep end here, I just want to here the thoughts of others on this topic. Most of the dreams we have we don't remember or soon forget, but sometimes we have a dream that we can't forget or it seems so real. Well I had one of those dreams about a month ago and I only told one other person about it, now I'm telling people I never knew but you are brother and sisters in Christ.

Well here it goes, OldZimm's Dream. I dreamed that I was floating in air at a funeral, I looked into the coffin and I saw myself lying there (it felt so real). The strange thing is I looked so young in that coffin, like I was in my twenties with no gray hair (if you look at my profile pic there is nothing but gray and white hair). Next thing I knew, I was in an army fighting Satan. That's when I woke up sorta in shock because it seemed so real. If somebody were to ask me "what are you going to be doing after you die?", I feel like saying I know exactly what I will be doing.

Well there you have it, was it just a dream or was God showing me the future? What do you readers make of this dream? Believe me I'm not going off the deep end, it just seemed so real that I can't get it out of my mind.

I can interpret your dream...but I do not think you will like what I tell you it means...so I will ask you first...do you want know what the interpretation is of your dream?