Saturday 18 November 2023

Dream recall from overnight:

I was in a sandy desert-like place, with low undulating hills stretching out to the horizon. I was surveying with a helper, and we were putting wooden stakes into the sand as we were laying out a road. I knew I was back in time because the surveying instrument looked like this:

As we moved along, we came up to the edge of a vast, open cavern. It was so deep that I had vertigo looking down into it, so I lay down on the sand, peering over the edge at the sight. Hundreds of feet below, there was a hard-packed road, stretching off into deep tunnels at either end of the open rift. It was not paved, but solid and smooth, with people and vehicles moving in either direction, as far as I could see.

We went back to our surveying work and realized that we would need many more wooden stakes. At the supply yard, we were told specifically to stay away from the ‘good’ lumber and only use boards from the rough-cut pile. After cutting a large stack, we moved back out onto the sandy desert and continued to survey and stake out the road. We moved slowly over the hilly, sandy terrain. It was very quiet, the only sounds were our occasional shouts back and forth, and the hammering of the wooden stakes.

The path we were laying out led to a wooden trestle bridge which stretched over a ravine, but it was also a railroad bridge, and we couldn’t walk across it. I had to clamber down the ravine into a swampy, marshy area in order to get past the bridge and ravine. The dream faded as I was looking through the transit optic at the long line of wooden markers, stretching out over the sandy hills and curving out of sight.

Saturday 11 November 2023

A vivid dream recall:

There was war, and fighting all around me, explosions, lights flashing, buildings and cars destroyed everywhere. People and equipment were moving in all directions. Radio communications could be heard in between gunfire and bombs going off.

I was driving a white van, dodging blown-up stuff in the road. I was talking on the radio, my code was “one (something)”, and as people were calling me, I was answering, “One, roger; One, copy; One, I’m on the way, on the (name of some highway)”

I was speeding along when suddenly I realized that something was tailing me. It was a small, round drone, and I couldn’t shake it. Above all the noise, the Lord said:

            Stop and put it down!

I pulled the van over, threw it in ‘park’, jumped out and went around to the back of the van. The little round drone was there, hovering, blinking small red and blue lights. I held out my right hand toward it and said out loud,

“In the name of Jesus, you are terminated!”

Immediately the lights stopped blinking, and it fell to the ground with a “doink” sound. It bounced once and I knew that it was finished.

I jumped back in the van and sped off.

[end of dream]

Monday 6 November 2023

Several nights ago, I had loud dreams of metal being cut and shaped; there was steel, iron, something like bronze or some sort of alloy. The dream was full of shapes and pieces, with loud machines, cutters, tools, and sparks flying everywhere.

The scene shifted, and I was building something that looked like a long, boat-shaped thing, dug into the ground. The outer sections were steel of iron, and the inner structure was wood and stone.

As I turned away from this, I was taken to another scene. I was part of a security team, and we were overseeing a sprawling campus-like facility. There were dark forces moving around in the other building, mandating some medical procedures for people on the campus. We were preparing to drive them away, so we were meeting and planning where they wouldn’t find us, in some large maintenance buildings.

There were racks and shelves full of mechanical things to be worked on, bundles of wire and cable spilled out onto the floor, and benches were full of tools and lights. The teams were huddled together, kneeling on the floor, making plans. The outer doors were open, and in the distance, we could see the flickering of lights as the other forces were moving around. There was a strong feeling of strength and purpose, of knowing the outcome, as people were strategizing, “…then your team will go over to building 12, and we’ll come through the other side …”

[end of dream]

Thursday 26 October 2023

Wide awake at 3am with short, vivid dreams of a burning oil platform and an oil tanker nearby, also burning. Both had been struck by terrorists. Boiling black smoke and flames were reaching up into the sky.

Behind me I heard a voice whispering, almost hissing,saying, ‘you’re being too dramatic’. I woke with a shock, and great sadness for loss of life, destruction and the massive oil slick spreading out over the water.