Dream Journal Series

  Dream Five: Kingdom Spouse in the Streets The Dream I dreamed I was outside in a city, standing near a busy street. And then — I saw him… standing in the middle of the road as if he were preaching, trying to get people’s attention. Cars rushed past him, but he didn’t move. His posture was steady, focused, unshaken. I called out to him because it didn’t seem safe for him to be in the street like that. When he turned and looked at me, he didn’t speak, but his eyes said everything: “I got this.” In that moment, something about the way he looked at me felt close, as if there was an unspoken understanding between us. I called out to him in a way that felt natural, familiar — like how a wife might call out to her husband when she’s worried. He answered with that silent assurance, and then I woke up, still holding onto the feeling, wondering — not like the last time — Lord, what did that dream mean? Scripture “Go out quickly into the streets and lanes of the city…” — Luke 14:21 ...

  Dream Four: A Dream of Protection and Precious Fruit The Dream: I was leaving a store plaza when, ahead of me, I saw tankers—hundreds of them—riding down the street. You could see them coming for miles. Each tanker had a soldier sitting on top of it. They were not American; I knew in the dream they were from another country, and they were not of European descent. Immediately, I thought to myself that I needed to get to my children.  I rushed on a bus as fast as I could to get each of them. I could feel how frantic I was in the dream. It’s like I knew something was about to take place. I didn’t know what was about to happen, but I felt like danger was coming.  I had to find what mattered to me most in this world. Once I had gathered all of them, I found a vacant library, and we hid there. By that time, it was nighttime.  I ended up outside the library. I then saw lights approaching in the dark; my fear grew as I realized it was the same soldiers, the same tanker...

  Dream Three: A Dream of Warning The Dream: I remember this dream vividly. It was a couple of years maybe, before Covid. I was standing outside, looking across vast stretches of green grassland, nothing else in sight. Suddenly, an object appeared in the sky—a white cylinder-shaped object, descending slowly as if it were landing. Written along its side were words in a language I could not read. I watched as it touched the ground. Whatever this was it was landing slowing, and once it landed it was as if it connected to the earth, the sound it made was like unto a bank vault locking, but a thousand times louder. Then gases began to spew from it, and I ran for safety. As I fled, I saw animals dying, I remember monkeys falling from the trees as they swung from one vine to the next. It appeared the air itself was dangerous. When I reached home, I began sealing the cracks in the walls with duct tape, trying to protect myself from the unseen danger outside. I knew duct tape couldn’t resi...

  Dream Two: A Dream of Masks and Foundation In my dream, I saw someone I no longer speak to at a masquerade party at night. I only saw him from behind and from his right side, but I knew it was him. He wore a black suit. While others danced and twirled around in masks, he walked slowly. I watched as he approached a woman and kissed her, putting his tongue in her mouth, which made me feel disgusted. Some guests wore masks covering only their eyes, while others had full masks; I believe his mask covered only his eyes. The scene shifted, and I looked at my phone, where I received several pictures from him of that night, along with a voice message. The message was noisy, with sounds of commotion and possibly sexual acts. I wondered why he sent these to me—was it an accident or intentional? I also thought, since we no longer speak, why would he do this? The scene changed like it always does in my dreams, where I’m in a whole different place. I was somewhere where construction was b...

  Dream One: A Dream of Escape The Dream: I had a dream where I was inside a man’s house, but my attention was drawn to the basement. When I went down, or appeared there, it didn’t feel like a regular basement; it felt like I was underground, like what under a city would look like, like a tunnel.  I immediately began to feel trapped or stuck there. I remember the man motioning to the right side of the underground tunnel; it was like he was showing me everything he had done. I still felt a sense of being stuck, wanting to leave, not wanting to be there any longer.  When I looked to the right, I saw rows of stone displays, each one different, having its own meaning. To the left, murky sewer water ran alongside them; both sides stretched for miles.  I had made up my mind that I wasn't going to stay there any longer, so I turned around to find the way out. At the top of the stairs was a large wooden flap, like a pet door but bigger, with light shining faintly through...