Friday, January 21, 2011

strange dream

First, there was drowning, and an empty building where people were hiding from the danger and war. Then, we came down from the bus and met the main guy. The very first thing that he said, was "since you lost the war, all of you must die." I was an intercessor, pleading with the main guy that he would change the verdict. He was reluctant to change anything. A group of youth ran away while hte main guy talked to a girl, when he came back there were flowers planted by the cafeteria, he wondered why they did that. I said, it is in memory of htem. What if you were killed and there was your flower there. He rebuked me. then I said, I do not understand; he replied, You are cute. I'll make sure you'll get the flower.

Then some parents wanted to die with their children. So I saw a line of women (lined in front of Market Place valley). They took a gun and shot. A first lady fell down and most of them fell. But then nobody died, but were only injured. They could even walk. So They all lined up and headed toward Reardon. I walked beside a young girl, extending my hand, so she could lean on it. Sh asked me, where are we going? I told her, probably to the dorms. (I thought that since they did not die, the turture had finished). We turned from them and started to walk away, but the girl insisted to follow. So we walked. Came to a shakkel house. There we met a multitude of people dressed in shining white. The group of women (esp. young) that came, were taking off from themselves jelwery and other things. I was inside looking and supervising a little what to put away from their stuff. Then I decided to speak. I had a sense of joy, hope and faith. I told them about the Father who loves them and Jesus who is crazy about them. I told them how sometimes I think about heaven. (I have not seen how they were killed, but kind of new that they were hanged).
The guard had a gun and a huge dog. The dog was the meanest creature, with sharp teeth and super big anger. So I stayed inside, protected from that dog.

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