Tuesday 5 September 2023

Dream recall from last night:

1. There are electronic parts, symbols and equations in the air all around me. None of them seem to fit together, go together, but some of them begin to fall downward, as though being shaken gently out of a cloud. What appear before me are diodes[1], and I am being asked to compare diodes to shields.

• In a second dream, I realize it is an exact repeat of something I’ve dreamed before. I am going into an organization for the first time, in a leadership role. I am called in, assigned to fix a rotten situation. The atmosphere is highly charged because I have been chosen from the ‘outside’ rather than someone from the ‘inside’.

I go into the office very early, 4am, to be there before anyone else, to feel the energy and spirit of the place. But when I arrive, I am not the first one there: the senior-most admin is already there, brewing coffee. She has been in the organization longer than anyone else, is 100% loyal, trustworthy, and she knows who is good and who’s corrupt.

I ask, “What are you doing here so early?”

She replies, “The Lord told me that you might be coming in at this time, and I have some things to tell you, things that you need to hear.”

We sit sipping coffee, and she gives me a complete download of the organization’s real situation. Person-by-person I learn the status of each one. She is warning me of the danger points, because in an hour, I am to conduct a meeting to set the new course and direction, weed out the tares, and recognize the good people.

I am overwhelmed by the blessing of such loyalty and honest information, and when I go into the crowded room, it is with calm authority, a smiling demeanor, and love for doing what is right.

[1] Diodes are electronic components which allow flow in one direction only, thus protecting the circuit. The symbol is , the flow is allowed in the direction of the arrow and is blocked by the ‘shield’ in front.

Saturday 2 September 2023

On the prayer wall at 5, but I was exhausted from these dreams:

I was warring and fighting in dreams all night. I was with Judith and William, and a large group and groups of other fighters.

At first we were marching, getting into position – I could hear something keeping cadence – and suddenly we were under fire, running, ducking, crawling through a battlefield.

There were extremely loud weapons booming, not like normal guns but something more like powerful energy weapons. When they fired it was not just a ‘bang’ or sharp report, but a deep booming thud that shook the ground. We could feel the energy (not just a projectile) fly overhead and crash into something well beyond us.

The firing came closer and was so intense that we had to move, had to change positions rapidly. A large group of us were running, crouching, sometimes crawling along a road. There was an embankment that covered us, and we could peer up and over as we went along, to see our next moves. The flashing of the large weapons was lighting up the sky, shaking the ground.

Thursday 31 August 2023

On the prayer wall 5-6am; felt a shaking at 5:59.

Dreams: I was in a green but overgrown area of low rolling hills. Unpaved roads stretched out in several directions from where I was standing, walking. There were stone, large stones, in the earth all around. I stood back and could see that they were old foundations, and heavily overgrown stone structures. The stones were massive and beautiful, granite colored against the green grass and fields.

Then there were other people around and we were making ready to clean, restore and build again, ready to reset stones on a solid, correctly set cornerstone.

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.

Thursday 27 July 2023

I had a long dream overnight about being responsible for a baby elephant, and I woke up totally exhausted from chasing, cleaning, lifting, pushing and pulling it.

A very young female elephant, it was lovable and cute, but completely uncontrollable. We had gone into a large, open-air food store to look for 50 lb. bags of organic corn meal, and the large baby had gotten loose in the store.

She was happily eating strawberries and other fruits & vegetables right out of the bins and rumbling through the aisles while I chased after her and tried to clean up the mess as I went.

Somehow, she climbed up onto the high shelves and overhead spaces, and I had to ‘rescue’, or more correctly, push, pull and cajole her to a safer place. As she was well over 400 pounds and very active, I was getting more shoved around than I was doing any moving to safety. I woke up sweat-soaked and tired.

Wednesday 12 July 2023

Recalling overnight dreams:

I was in a city or campus-like setting, with people I knew, people I had worked with. The main building was on a small hill or rise, and somehow it had been decided – badly – that major earth-moving and land-clearing all around the building had to occur. There was going to be landscaping all around this building and many more, but no thought had been given to walkways of stairs or access. We stood outside pointing these things out, but construction started anyway. Massive equipment began to appear and began to tear up and reform the ground.

Suddenly, strange creatures appeared to uproot and remove many trees all around the building. At first, they appeared to be horrible and frightening, with sharp teeth and long claws on their powerful arms and legs. But as I approached them, when I came close to them, I could see in their eyes that they were scared, that they were slaves under horrible beatings. They were being shocked to make them work, dragging trees away. My heart was grieved and then angry, but I could not see who or what was controlling them.

The group of people I was with then moved inside the large main building, where there was also major work being done. The work crews had just left for the day, and we were going over the piping, wiring and ventilation. As the group of people moved along, I was at the rear of the crowd, and I found a bag or backpack that had been left behind by one of the workmen. It spilled open, and there were multiple ID cards, passports, and thousands of dollars’ worth of US and foreign currency. There were stack of pesos bound together with documents in unknown languages.

I knew this was some sort of major trouble and needed to get help, needed to let someone know that the work and security had been compromised. Suddenly Vince (someone I knew well) appeared – we were all supposed to go immediately to a demonstration or inspection in the mechanical spaces. I quickly closed up the bag and followed along, looking around to see if someone would come back for it.

Vince found an interpreter and she began to read the documents; we were still walking along at the rear of a crowd of people. The documents were violent plans, anti-religious rants, with names, dates and locations. Suddenly the “management” of the building, those who were dictating the major construction, knew that we had discovered these plans, and they began to turn up the machinery near us. The ground began to shake, and it became so loud that we had to leave.

When we went outside to walk to some other safe place, it was incredibly bright, and we all realized how dark and noisy it had just been. We began to smile at one another, recognizing our escape, and we walked in the sun on open walkways, heading to another place, in complete safety.