Dream-Warrior Angels

I had a dream the nigh before last.

God was sending me in to clean up a mess. Before I went to the place he was sending me, 2 angels appeared. One stood in front of me, one stood behind me. They were both warrior angels. Very tall compared to me at 5’2″. I’d say they were 6’7″ or so. They raised their arms around me. They were like wings, but not wings. God commanded them to pray and held His hand over the top of us. There was a surge of power so incredible it is beyond description.


The angels prayed protection prayers over me for a really long time.


I was then with my Uncle Ed. He had on a blue, down winter coat. We walked up to the red house I was supposed to clean. It was overtaken by tall dead grass on the outside. When we got to the door, there was a decrepit voodoo doll hanging in the window. We opened the door and I was saying, “Wow. No one has been here since we lived here.” I then realized it was the Westville house. We started scrubbing everything clean.


Insecurity, Trucks, Planes, Trains, and Labyrinths

Dream last night. I was at a party in Florida taking pics. I took a bunch of the people there and someone asked me how long it would be until they would see them and I told them a few days.

We were all sitting outside and the sun started setting. I pointed to it and told this guy I dated in high school to turn around and look, it was purple. He wouldn’t. Then someone else sat down and said the same thing and he looked and said he thought I was lying. I was upset he thought I was lying.

I got up to get a beer from inside the house. I went to the front deck and sat down and took some pics of the sunset and this baby crawled up and went to sleep on me. I took him to his parents.

I sat in a booth with DiNozzo from NCiS and he was waiting for this girl to get there. It was getting late and he was flirting with me and then she show up with an autographed baseball shaped coffee mug worth millions. He completely ignored me and focused on her.

I was sad that nobody liked me or looked forward to seeing me so I got in a pickup and drove to the airport (in Houston LOL) there was a weird labyrinth thing people were walking through and I couldn’t figure out how they got in. I climbed to the top where there was a very small platform with toy trains and Legos on it but I had to crawl instead of walk because it was so compact. I climbed down and then finally asked someone how to get in and these two nice guys started to tell me when a woman came running by us screaming that her scarf was yanked off her and got caught in the turning labyrinth platform and it was ruined. The airport people shut it down, got her scarf and turned it back on. The two guys led me through and then we sat down in movie theater chairs (kinda but like a huge couch) and they told me this is where we wait to vote. And we waited.

Uhm. Ok? LOL

Military Dreams

In the first one, the government wooed people to join this project and promised all this wonderful stuff. When the project started though, the military’s mission was to starve us out. They cut off our food supply, but no one really knew. We just received smaller deliveries. I had noticed early on so I’d been rationing our family’s food.

In the second one, I had enlisted, or was thinking of enlisting. I was on a bus full of teenagers also enlisting. We were being driven to the ocean for a weekend drill. There were these condos that everyone had their phones out taking pictures of saying that’s where we’ll be for the weekend…oceanfront condos!  They were talking about parties (and I knew it wouldn’t be they way they thought it would.) I looked back and said to myself, aloud, “Wow. They’re all just babies.”

It was night as we arrived and it was about to storm. Two women in civilian clothes told us to run into the cornfield across the street and everyone else listened. They were picking up these squares of sand (looked like carpet squares, but made out of sand) and they piled them on a flatbed semi along with rocks and driftwood. One lady asked why I wasn’t participating and I told her I was not about to run around a cornfield in the lightening to pick up sand and sticks in the dark. The sun was starting to come up by now and I walked away from her, pulled out my phone, and took pictures of the sunrise.

Truck Driving Dream

A dream I had last night:

Phil and I were doing something in the house, I can’t remember what. We headed outside to look at (or watch) something, some event. There were quite a few people gathered outside forming a crowd…seems like it was on a farm because there was a lot of land, a barn off in the distance and barbed wire fences.  It was raining. There was a semi in the driveway and I knew if I got up in it, I’d be able to see above the crowd. I climbed in and the scent was familiar, very familiar. It was the scent of my mom’s clothes, but I knew that wasn’t possible. The window was down, I was in the driver’s seat looking out to the crowd and I still couldn’t see too well. The scent in the truck was real. It was my mom.

I turned to see if she was in the sleeper and I saw a  green,  heavy canvas duffel bag  with the E, J, & E Logo on it. The railroad my mom worked at and retired (twice!) from. I was certain, then, that I was not insane and my mom was truly occupying this semi.

I called out the window to Phil and told him what was inside. He climbed up and looked at the bag and was as surpri

sed as I had been. He got out of the truck and I sat there for a few minutes wondering where my mom was if she wasn’t in the truck.  I stared at the bag trying to recall when she’d got it. “The J,” as everyone called it,  gave stuff like that as safety awards and mom was always coming home with something.

Mom saw I was in the driver’s seat so she went around to other side and got in. I had this conversation with her, “You’re driving a truck?!” and she was so excited that she got to travel and see the United States. She asked if I realized what company she was driving for and I hadn’t, so I looked out my door and saw the Prime, Inc logo on the door of the yellow truck. “You have a  yellow truck just like the one we had?!”  She shook her head yes.

“So do you like driving?”  She did.

“Isn’t it hard for you? You’re not good at directions.”  She said that with GPS, she could go anywhere without getting lost.  Good point, mom.

I started giving her tips about truck driving, she was asking questions, I was answering. Telling her stories of when Phil and I were on the road together. She mentioned us going over the road again and I talked about Zane still being in school, but we did enjoy it (for the most part) when we were driving together.

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And that was it. Weird.  Logos. Colors. Past employment. My mom, who has been gone 19 months now.

Bloody Baby on the Football Field

A super-weird dream that I had last night…

Phil and I went as the married couple that we are to a singles party hosted by a friend. We were friends with nearly all of the singles at the party, so we weren’t out of place or looking for anything weird.  We’d had a previous engagement, so by the time we showed up, the party was almost over. The host (a man, we knew him in the dream, but I don’t recognize him from waking life) showed us to the kitchen and handed us plates and told us, “Eat!! There’s plenty!”

I immediately when to the Krakus ham rolls. (YUM) and raw veggies. I added a few plain potato chips to my plate. As I took in the buffet covering all of our friend’s counter space, I noticed a weird food sculpture at the end.  It was a bird made out of cold cuts.  Layers of bologna and salami formed this bird. I tried to take a slice of salami and the bird’s head fell off.  I grabbed a platter and laid the bird on it and took it to our friend and apologized for killing it. He laughed and joked that no one else even touched it and it was meant to be ate!

We sat down to eat and our friend started telling us about the football game he DVR’d. He and a bunch of the singles had attended the game and an incident occurred.  He explained that the girl involved in this situation was a former friend of mine (and in waking life, she indeed is a former friend.) He turns on his huge flat screen and starts the football game already cued to the start of the “incident.”

My former friend was laughing and joking and having a good time walking down the stands to the seats in the bleacher. She’s wearing a newborn in a sling and you can hardly tell the baby is there because she also has on a winter coat.  A security guard taps her shoulder from behind, she turns, he says, “For security purposes, you must check your coat.”  She begins to argue and she becomes irate and the furious within moments. She throws her coat at him then RUNS down the bleacher stairs towards the field.  The game has not started, but there are random team members, press, coaches, etc… on the field and she blasts through them all. The security guard is close behind her and is ready to reach out to catch her when she turns to him, still running, taking her baby out of the sling as if to say, “You cannot tackle me because I have this baby,” but the baby is now bloody, like it was just born moments before. She’s holding it like a football and she trips, falls, but she doesn’t land on the baby. She holds it up in the air, like a football player.  Now there are a handful of security guards surrounding her. One takes the baby and wraps it in his jacket. The others hold her down, handcuff her. The front of her is bloody. She’s laughing at the camera man and looks insane.

Phil and I watch this and our friend stops it, saying to us, “Can you believe it?”

and that was the end of the dream. I have to interpret this one. It’s sooooo full of meaning, I think.

My Jesus Dream

I call this my Jesus dream…though it was really as far from a dream and closer to reality than I’ve ever experienced.

I knew very little Jesus and the Bible at this time in my life.

Friday, May 14, 2004.

(3rd POV) Everything was blank-paper white. I was waiting in a very long, single-file line. I could see everyone in line. I was near the front. There was no sense of urgency or anxiety. No one was talking. Everyone was facing forward and not moving much at all. We all took one step forward when the first person in line entered the doorway. I was next.

I entered the doorway and everything was still blank white. I walked. I knew the way. Though everything was still blank white, without definition, I had to weave my way through a labyrinth of sorts. I couldn’t see with my eyes that there were turns, but as I was walking, I would just know to turn left, walk a couple of steps and turn left again and then a final left before turning right and an immediate left and I entered into color. I wasn’t just looking at or seeing colorful things, I was part of the color. Almost as if I was a particle in a sunset. I felt a sense of serenity, calm. I had arrived. I was looking around, the colors were spectacular and there was an energy in my body from experiencing this color. I could hear a distant waterfall to my left. The colors of the sunset were now gone and I seemed to be in some sort of tropical paradise. Flowing waterfall, river, flowers, beauty everywhere. I knew what I was there for. Even when I was waiting in line, I knew. But I didn’t know why.

(Switch to 1st POV) Then I sensed Him. He was leaning up against a tree with his head resting on His knees, sleeping. I walked slowly so as not to disturb Him. I was a couple of feet from Him when He opened His eyes. I fell to my knees and my arms were in front of me on the ground, never breaking eye-contact with Him. I was startled and calm at the same time. An overwhelming sense of anxiety and peace swept through me. It was Him!

We spoke without opening our mouths at first. “Are you ok?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said, “I was resting. I was memorizing what my Father would have me say.” (But I knew he was not memorizing what he would say to me–but to “them”)

“I’m sorry I disturbed you.”

“I knew you were coming.” And He smiled.

I was with Him a very long time.

(Back to 3rd POV) He was sitting on the ground with his arms now wrapped around his legs. I was opposite Him. There was a long (very long) period of time where we are talking and I’m experiencing this from 3rd pov and I’m not privy to the conversation. A very, very, very long time.

(Back to 1st POV) He touched me. He touched my arm. He reached out with His right arm and wrapped His hand around my left are just above the elbow.

And I knew.

The touch took my breath away and knocked me back a bit. He knew this would happen as His grip tightened before I was knocked off balance. I gasped and all the while still stared into His eyes. We stayed like this a long time.

I knew everything I was supposed to know. It was an immediate transfer of knowledge, understanding, wisdom, everything. With just one touch. I was entranced and awestruck.

With His hand still holding my arm, He stood and gently led me to do the same. He hugged me and then stood back a bit, this time, both hands on my arms. He looked me in the eye and said, “Now go.” His voice was gentle, almost a whisper. And He smiled.

I took a deep breath. I did not want to leave, but I knew I’d see Him again. And I knew that He had given me instructions and knowledge and wisdom and authority.

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Telling my (former) pastor about this dream led to accusations of heresy. I was brought before the leadership team (and their wives) and every one of them recounted all the ways I might have been unbiblical. My husband and I left that church February 20, 2006.  Two days later, my uncle (more like my brother) committed suicide and my family wanted that pastor to officiate. I called him, telling him I wanted no part of him, but my family was asking for him and it was his choice. He came. He ministered to my family.  I tried to reconcile and he would have nothing to do with it.


This is the short version.  The long version is so very painful.

The good news is that Jesus wins. I serve a great a might God, Yahweh, who does still come in dreams. Who is the living God. He is Immanuel–God with us.

And even when men (and women) get in the way…maybe we need to be reminded of God’s response to Job?

Where were you when I established the earth?

Who enclosed the sea behind doors when it burst from the womb, when I made the clouds its garment and thick darkness its blanket, when I determined its boundaries and put [its] bars and doors in place, when I declared: “You may come this far, but no farther;  your proud waves stop here”?

Have you ever in your life commanded the morning or assigned the dawn its place, so it may seize the edges of the earth and shake the wicked out of it?

Have you traveled to the sources of the sea or walked in the depths of the oceans?

Have the gates of death been revealed to you? Have you seen the gates of death’s shadow?

Can you fasten the chains of the Pleiades  or loosen the belt of Orion?

Can you bring out the constellations  in their season and lead the Bear and her cubs?

Do you know the laws of heaven? Can you impose its authority on earth?

Can you command the clouds so that a flood of water covers you?

Can you send out lightning bolts, and they go? Do they report to you: “Here we are”?

(and that’s just a taste of what was said.)


We think we hold the power of God in our hot little hands, doling out the “cans” and “cannots” of  El Shaddai–God Almighty. We are nothing without Him. We get in the way and by the grace of His touch, He forgives us, still. We condemn people to eternal separation. We are ungrateful servants.

Jesus told the disciples a story about another ungrateful servant and the end goes like this:

“The king summoned the man and said, ‘You evil servant! I forgave your entire debt when you begged me for mercy. Shouldn’t you be compelled to be merciful to your fellow servant who asked for mercy?’ The king was furious and put the screws to the man until he paid back his entire debt. And that’s exactly what my Father in heaven is going to do to each one of you who doesn’t forgive unconditionally anyone who asks for mercy.”

It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the Living God.

I don’t want to do what I do out of fear, and I don’t. But some act as if there is nothing to fear…