Friday 5 May 2023

Dream recall:

I was high above America and saw tribes of people being gathered. There were eight major tribes, I clearly heard the words “…like Asher and Dan …”, but I was not close enough to identify any specifics about the people in each tribe. These were very large groups of people, and some had animals with them.

They were being gathered and moved about in very specific shapes or configurations, much like puzzle pieces. Initially they were very square or rectangular, straight-sided box-like shapes, but they rapidly evolved into fluid, dynamic entities, not yet mixing with any other tribe, but adjusting to the terrain as they moved.

As I was watching, there was a sense that this was a good and right thing to be happening, that all the tribes, all the people were moving as God was directing, and that they were all safe and cared for.

As soon as that feeling of well-being washed over me, I was swept up and taken to the steps of what appeared to be a large capitol building, although it was changing shape in real time – it could have been a temple or holy structure. It was large and imposing with columns and marble steps.

As I began to walk towards the building, a man appeared next to me, on my left, walking with me. It was clear that we were supposed to be going together. We began to walk up the steps, and the building began to transform into some sort of clock-like machinery with many intricate moving parts. But it wasn’t running right, and clearly, that’s why we were there, to fix something. The man had in his hands a small, fine-threaded bolt or screw, but it was deeply corroded, covered in rust and dirt. Somehow, I had pulled a stainless-steel brush out of my back pocket and began to clean the piece, gently brushing it until its original condition began to become almost new again. It had a knurled head and as we got closer to the main part of the machinery, we could see where it was supposed to fit.

The gears and spinning machinery would need to be stopped, to come to a period of rest before we could make the repair. As I began to wake from the dream, I realized that there was no caretaker or master of the house, and I would have to search for the place where the machinery could be gently brought to a stop.

Monday 1 May 2023

Dreams overnight – I had three dreams in a row, each with the same theme: I was tasked to rescue or recover someone. Each was distinct, markedly different, I can only clearly recall two, as follows:

• I found myself in some sort of university environment or scene. Something made me feel like Princeton, but it could have been anywhere. I had been called to the residential section of a campus where the professors and university administrators reside. A frantic woman meets me at the door to one of the large brick houses on a tree-lined lane. Her husband – I know in the spirit that he is very senior at the university – has realized that the institution has been engaging in horrible research and lying about it. Everything he has believed in has been exposed to be false. He’s nearly gone mad, and has disappeared, perhaps to do something extremely dangerous, maybe fatal.
  
  “You’ve got to help him! He’s gone off the deep end and you’re the only one he’ll listen to! Quickly, this way!”
  
  She leads me to his office, library, private study, but I already know he’s not there. We go in and there is a secret exit door revealed behind a large wall of books. I can see out the office window to the driveway below and know he has taken one of the cars and sped away.
  
  The woman looks out also and gasps, “He’s taken the Saab!”

In an instant, I find myself driving one of the other cars, going after him. I know he’s taken the Turnpike southbound, and I am flooring it until I find the place where he tried to make a full-speed U-turn. There was dirt and mud strewn in a huge arc as the car had been forced first hard to the right, up a steep earth embankment, and then hard left as though to swing across the median. The Saab is abandoned, having rolled over.

I see him in my mind’s eye, not far away. I hear my voice sending a message in some non-audible frequency, “Wait! You’re OK. Everyone will listen. I’ll listen right now!” As soon as he stops moving away, the scene changes.

• I’m in a city waterfront environment and there’s a manhunt going on. A man has taken his young child – I think it’s a little boy – and is trying to get away. I hear my spirit asking him “From what? I know you’re running away, but from what?”
  
  The answer comes clear instantly: He’s trying to protect the boy from something medically not good for him, but the man can’t stop them, so he’s taking the child to try to escape.
  
  My spirit leads me away from the chaos on the streets and into a series of low arched tunnels, slightly below street level, but right at the water level. I remember thinking, “It’s a lot like Venice.” There are small boats tied up in remind me of watery parking spaces. I follow the trail of boy and man to a smaller tunnel off to the left where I find an open grating that let them drop down into a small boat. I can see him frantically, awkwardly trying to row or paddle away. His hair is wild in the strong wind blowing over the waterway.
  
  “Slow down, you’re safe!” I am breathing this out over the same non-verbal frequency as before. “No one’s going to get you!” I see him stop struggling, see the little boat settle down, and the scene changes again.