Call Me Crazy

[Guest Downpour]

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What a dream you had. Traveller, that was a great interpretation.

Edited August 23, 2004 by Downpour

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Hi traveller

I cannot say i have had many symbolic dreams like that. I can only remember one other that had the same ummm.. feeling. But i have had many short dreams of the future that have come true but they where only short snaps of time. When they first started to come true they shocked me. (simply the fact that a dream could come true..exactly true) but now when they are in the process of coming true i just smile to myself and say in my heart to God, well Father there goes another one

I will post the other symbolic dream. it was not as long as the dream i had about the tower but it was a dream with the same feel.

I was above the earth looking down upon the west coast of the USA it was night time. i was very high i could see the whole coastline from Mexico to Canada. As i was looking i saw coming up from the northwest coast region a outline if a statue i recognized it as one of those old Egyptian statues of their gods the kind you see depicted in their tombs and in stone carvings. This continued down the west coast statue after statue being plucked up from the earth of different Egyptian statues of their Gods. Then the statues started to come up from the land in from the coast around Arizona up to Montana, but things changed a bit when something came up that was not a statue. It seemed to be the outline of an entire state or it could have been a document it had a title on it that was too small to read it was not perfectly square in shape and that

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Oh sorry traveller i forgot to comment on your interpretation of my first dream. i do not claim to be an interpreter of dreams so i cannot make a definite interpretation with a clear conscience So i will keep my mouth. :x:

I did find your interpretation interesting indeed and i have to agree that maybe the tower might be symbolic of a false religion or church. I liked your interpretation of the desolate country side. I feel strongly that your interpretation of the archway in correct it seemed to me at the time to be a refuge.

Thanks for replying and giving us your thoughts traveller :il: you are a dearly beloved Sister in Jesus.

All praise The Ancient Of Days

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Although I did not start this thread as a dream thread, and my reference to Tuesday night, was not about a dream, it was a real sensing of some kind. It's interesting how many dreams are being spoken of. My best friend told me of hers this morning.

She said it was a dream where she had entered the sanctuary in our church. As she walked down the aisle of the empty church, she noticed ONE woman sitting at the end of the aisle, she was crying. My friend said she passed her by. She ignored this crying woman. She did not look back. She was compelled NOT to. She has wondered and believes that this was an indication to not look back. The woman was a picture of our church and it's harlotry and how sad it has become. It will be in mourning. We are not to look back once we are called out of it.

In His Love,

Suzanne

like not turning back to look at sodom.

All Praise The Ancient Of Days

[tsth]

Yes, exactly.

In His Love,

Suzanne

[Jacqueline]

I don't think your crazy either. All last week I felt like something was going to happen. I didn't know if this something would be directly centered in my life or the world, but I felt it and it made me antsy. I kept telling my self that something weird is going to happen, but nothing happened. At lease nothing that I could see. It's good to know that I'm not crazy.

God Bless

Jacqueline

[Matthitjah]

Grace to you,

Your not crazy.

I have felt it for more than a month. It is an anxiety for no reason.

I will reveal something here.

I was in Church Sunday and a senior member was lamenting a friend of his who was being eaten up by sin and the world. He has known this man for a long time. He has been praying and see's nothing happening. The mans condition and that of the family that surrounds this man weakens daily. Health, loss of job, depression, etc... The man claims to be Saved. Yet doesn't attend Church. The man at my Church was lamenting that he knows what to do in prayer. Yet he can't seem to find the place where the miracles are? He was openly sobbing over this. He said," We are all immature." Niot just this Church but this age of the Church. Now that struck me. We need the Lords presence. Yet that costs much. We say we want the Lords presence? But are we willing to go there? FAITH!

I was want to pray. I closed my eyes. The first thing I saw was a series of neon numbers in red. 1 to 12. They went up from 1 to 12. They stopped at 12 and the number flashed. Then I saw a lovely young Christian girl. Professing her Christianity. She wore a bracelet with something on it about Christ. Snazzy hip clothes. The latest hairstyle. Etc... The thing that stood out was on her neck was a Cross. Although not a regular Cross. It was short on the bottom end.(Know what I mean?) Kinda like an Iron Cross. It was Neon red and flashing. It was about her neck with a leather strap.

I said Lord , "What is this?" I heard,"I am not in this. Tell her to rip it from her neck!" I saw a hand ripping it away. I heard," My Cross is wooden." Then I saw again the numbers 1 to 12. This time neon blue and flashing(Digital). It got to 12 and stopped. It flashed and I felt it was a clock.

Later that night. I went back to an evening prayer and Worship service. A Beloved brother in Christ was seated near me. After the service I went to tell him of the things I had heard and seen . According to the earlier morning service. He flipped over his notepad and showed me what he had drawn, in thinking about earlier. He had drawn it during the evening service prior to my telling him the story. Although his thoughts and prayer were aimed at earlier.

It was a rendition of an Old Wooden Cross. Rugged.

I heard some other things and the man who drew the picture had words associated with his picture. I do not wish to share that part.

We need the Lords presence. If we are gonna see miracles?

Is the Church immature in this day and age? That word struck me. I mean we all are. Do we really want to grow up? Are we willing to get to that place and what does it cost? It isn't found in the neon Cross.

Peace,

Dave

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Thank you for that post Dave, you have NO IDEA how I needed to hear it right now! That is all I can say about it. Wow, What an answer to prayer.

[Jacqueline]

Is the Church immature in this day and age? That word struck me. I mean we all are. Do we really want to grow up? Are we willing to get to that place and what does it cost? It isn't found in the neon Cross.

Peace,

Dave

I think a lot of us say that we want to mature, but we're afraid to.

When I was a little girl I use to have dreams that would come true. Some of them same true within days some years. Of all the dreams that I had one seems more important to me. This one has haunted me for about twenty-five years.

My Dream:

We we living with my grandparents. I just happen to be passing by the living room door and I heard my mother and grandparents talking about the bills. They were trying to come up with a means of paying them when they had absolutely no money. I heard my grandfather say something about lossing the house as I quietly moved away from the door.

I went into the bedroom that I shared with my mother and brothers and sisters and sat on the floor by the bed going over what I had just heard. Something told me to look under the bed and it was more curiosity then any thing that made we look under the bed. When I did I didn't see any thing, but darkness so I pushed my hand into the darkness and it hit somethings. I grabbed it and pulled it out and it was stack of money. I was so surprised and happy that I ran into the living room and handed it to my mother as I said look what I found. She took it surprised as to looked at the grandparents face. They had this look like they wanted to say we're in this mess and your holding back all this money.

My mother shook her head and said I don't have any money then she looked at me and asked where did you get this from? I said still smiling under the bed. Mother turned back to my grandparents and repeated I don't have any money then she looked back at me and asked again where did you get this money and I repeated again under the bed.

I got up and ran back into the bed room and pushed my hand under the bed and pulled out once again a handful of money then ran and gave it to my mother. I said see I told you under the bed.

They got up and I followed them into our room and I watched my mother get on her knees and look under the bed. Theres no thing there she said. I kneelt beside her and said yes there is then reached under the bed and pulled out another handful of cash and smiled as I gave it to my mother. Then just because I did it again and then again. They were absolutely surprised. I got from that dream that through me my family would become rich. For many years I thought that it was with money, but for the past year I've come to believe that the way that I'm suppose to make my family rich is with the good word. I think that that dream was God's way of saying I'm going to use you to spread my grace through your family. And glory be to God I see it. I see He drawing them to Him. Men it's absolutely amazing to know that my family will be rich. We'll be richer then our wildest dreams can every comperhend, but our riches doesn't lie in this world. It's lies within the gates of heaven.

God Bless You

Jacqueline

Edited August 25, 2004 by Jacqueline

[tsth]

Wonderful story. I couldn't help but notice the visual of you and your mother kneeling together at the bed. Sounds like a picture of prayer to me.

:il:

In His Love,

Suzanne