Friday 4 August 2023

Dreams overnight:

I was massively tangled in work and technology-related things. There were electrical cords, internet and communication cables everywhere. Buried in the mess were sensors and connecting wires that I was supposed to straighten out and get working. It was overwhelming and none of the pieces seemed to be compatible with any others, so completing every connection was long and involved.

Many of the sensors were supposed to be installed in an underground structure, and there was a parking garage attached to it. I suddenly knew that I needed to leave, to get away, and started to drive through the garage towards the exit, but other cars began to pull out trying to block me. I was in a truck that seemed to have a large rubber bumper, so I was able to simply push the other cars out of the way without smashing them.

I made my way into an outdoor space and was out of the truck working on some part of this tangled mess when I found myself side by side with Judith. She was about 24, with long dark hair pulled back, and we were working together, and then fighting something together.

I heard my name being called by some people who needed me to give a report to a larger group or team. I didn’t go right away, and they began to be much more insistent. “Coach Bill is waiting, man, and he wants you in there right now!” I realized that it’s Coach Bill Belichick they’re talking about and with a sheaf of papers in my hands, go into a meeting room.

There is a team there, but it’s not a football team, more like a very serious group of other operational players, and I give my report on what’s been done, the list of successes, and the list of things that still need fixing. Coach Bill gives a long set of instructions and assignments, and everyone is dispatched. I am being sent somewhere far away.

Outside, Judith sits with me, and we are talking about the assignments. She is holding my hands and she says, “Go,” with complete love and confidence.

I awake with a start and pray: “Lord, what does this mean? Help me understand. What is she saying? Go where? Tell me, Lord, I pray.”

I received this dream in March of 2022, and the Lord had me write it and then hold it. Now, with exposure of more and more, He prompts me to release it with a quiet reminder that there remains much more ‘hidden’ underground that He will shake the earth to bring to the surface.

Tuesday 8 March 2022

Recalling crystal-clear dreams last evening:

I was in a van, traveling in a territory that was like Mexico, along the coast, maybe the Baja Peninsula. I was going to a resort-like facility built on rocky cliffs at the edge of the ocean.

Inside, I was taken deep underground – there were hidden elevators – and there was a US president, hidden from sight, who had been delivered there underwater (perhaps through a tunnel or via some small submarine). Bill Clinton had just arrived, and Barack Obama was there to meet him. All this was being very carefully hidden from sight.

After I had seen them deep underground, I returned to the surface and went to the veranda. It was a huge sprawling room, with sunlit windows overlooking the sea and shore. It was very elegant, very exclusive, with people sitting at round tables covered with crisp white tablecloths. There were white china plates and coffee cups, and newspapers were strewn all around.

Shirley is there, smiling, see me and says, “The article you want is in The Standard[1].” By this she means the article which exposes and proves that the wicked president (Obama) is being kept there. The article is written by ‘Raul’ or ‘Ralph’. I walk past many tables, looking for it, until a Concierge asks if he can help. With a wink and a smile, knowing what I am looking for, he finds the paper and slips it to me.

And then I am off, driving northward in the van, as the dream closes.

[1] Note: “The Standard” is one of the national newspapers of Kenya.