4/18/10 – The first of 3 consecutive dreams took place in my parents’ house. It started off with me and Lauren sitting on the floor in the dining/living room area. A guy walked by us who I didn’t know (he looked like a Hispanic guy we used to know in an old ministry) and I was confused why he was at my parents’ house. As he passed us, he acted as if he was getting slain in the Spirit. I asked my mom what was up with him and she explained to me what his issue was. I had Hadassah laying on a blanket on the floor in front of me when suddenly her head fell off. (It was attached to her body by just a big blood vessel or artery, no neck or bones or anything.) I freaked out and got really upset, but being a mom, Lauren knew what to do and just picked up her head and pressed it back onto her body and everything was fine. Then I went upstairs to my old room which I was living in in the dream. I expected it to be pretty messy with clothes lying on the floor, but I looked in the closet and everything was hung up, but kind of in a weird way. I noticed a very short, ruffly skirt that’s not something I would wear in real life, but it was mine in the dream and it was hung up on a shirt hanger. It took me a minute and then I realized the guy who was at my parents’ house was the one who hung my clothes up. That’s all I remember.
Tag: Dreams
Dreams: Birth in a Shipping Container
I had this dream this morning.
My wife and I were living in this shipping container. She was pregnant and as we were sitting there we saw her shirt rise up as the baby’s head poked up underneath. At first we thought the baby was just doing something funny, but as we pulled her shirt up we saw she had somehow dug out through her and was coming out the top of her stomach. Of course we freaked out and I called 911 on my cell but something happened as I made the call so I wasn’t able to complete the call. But I knew that the cops were on the way. I can’t remember exactly what happened next, but we started running away from someone or something that was trying to take away the baby towards the gate that lead out of our compound. As we arrived at the gate, the cop in an undercover car that only had room for Ari. So I yelled for him to take her to the hospital. And I headed back to the container to get my bicycle. On the way back I ran through a football game caught or almost caught a pass and threw it back. After that I got my bike and started my way back to the front. As I turned to leave I got hit in the back of the neck with some spitle, so I turned to find out who had done that and found myself face to face with one very nasty dude. At this point I realized that I was wasting time and I needed to get to Ari so I turned and ran leaving my would be attacker behind. When I got to the gate I was able to get on my bike and speed to the hospital. Once there I ran around like a crazy man trying to find my wife. Along the way I found Pastor Joe and together we found her.
It was about this point that I woke up.
Russian Dream
I had a dream that I was a spy in Russia planning an escape from a prison there. It didn’t seem like we were prisoners there because we were free to explore it. As we were exploring we came across a fence we scaled the fence and on the other side was a garden. This garden was smallish ten by ten size that was surrounded on all sides by a wooden fence. We dropped down off the fence, walked around for a bit and decided to climb out on the other side. Only to find a secret garden on the otherside of that fence. This secret garden was about the same size but rather than having plants and flowers this garden had a square of gravel just big enough for me to lay down in. As we were standing there my companion told me that this was the place where the Holy Spirit would fill me and the place I should hide during the escape. We climbed out the secret garden and came to a rocky sea shore walking around with the warden at this point looking at a boat that looked like a van. ( weird )
Before this escape was to take place I went to a retreat with some of the old peeps from Memphis. The place we were at was a white house everything there was white. It seemed they were on a beach week. But the whole time I was there it just seemed off. Weird
Dream: Christmas in the Mountains
I haven’t recorded a dream in awhile, not that I haven’t had any just none as vivid as this or I haven’t been able to hang on to them long enough to write down.
The dream starts off with me and Arielle driving through the mountains faster than we should have (really it reminded me of a Bond movie), and of course as we go around a curve I see an officer just sitting there waiting waiting to catch a speeder like myself. Keeping my eyes on the winding road ahead I don’t see if he turns on his lights to come after me, but I do realize that the place we are going is just ahead. So turn off the main road onto the driveway of a large cabin. Inside is what appears to be a large Christmas party, I don’t remember much about who was there or who I interacted with. But what I do remember is repeatedly going outside to check on my car. See I was worried that the officer I saw on the road would follow me, and try to find out where I had gone. So kept going back to check on the car and make sure that no cops had shown up. In between the trips outside, I was just hanging out in the main room of this warmly lit cabin. While I was in this room, Pastor Michelle showed up dressed as Mrs. Claus. Again I went to check on the car, and as I was walking out I saw my mom also dressed as Mrs. Claus. It was during one of these trips outside that I saw a cop car come into the parking lot, it went through slowly an then left. Relieved I rejoined the party inside, and decided to explore the outer deck. The deck was pretty interesting, what I remember most was this gigantic Christmas tree off to the right. As I’m walking around it, I hear the familiar voice of my father and as I get closer I see he’s dressed up as Santa Claus doing something with the kids. Oddly I didn’t stay and talk to him, but merely kept walking, just happy that he was there. Back inside my mom pulls me aside and starts telling me about a problem she’s been having with Sam’s school. It seems they put together an end of the year video and for some unknown reason they included budget information. What they included was that my mom had paid something like $300 to the school, and it really embarrassed my mom. She went on to say that it had something to do with Sam’s health insurance. All the time she’s telling me this the feeling of anger was really vivid, anger at the school for embarrassing my mom like this. It was about this time that I woke up, so I don’t know where it was all headed. And trust me I think it’s as weird as you do. But it’s important to remember these kinds of things, so there it is. What’s interesting to me is the three really vivid emotions I went through fear (of the cops), joy (at seeing my dad), and anger (or being upset, at my mom’s ordeal). Don’t know what it all means or even if it has meaning.
Maybe someday I’ll understand.
Dreams : Riots and Destruction
A few weeks ago I had two strange dreams back to back. In the first, my mom warned me that the world was rioting. At first I didn’t believe her, but I turned on the tv to find pictures of the world on fire. There was literally riots going on everywhere. The second dream was similar. Arielle and I were at the large conference hall, after wandering the hall for what seemed like a long time we found ourselves headed outside to a zoo to meet our friend Jose and his brother. At this point I can’t remember what animals we saw there, but when we finally met up with Jose, Arielle wanted to go to the beach (which appearantly was right across the street). So we start heading across the street, and in order to get to the beach we had to cross this bridge. About half way across the bridge we could look out and see the beach and the ocean. Only the sky off in the distance was dark and ominous, it looked like a storm was about to hit the area we were at. As we were realizing that it might not be the best day to go to the beach, this huge column of water slammed into the beach and started coming right for the city area. Arielle and I turned and ran as fast as we could, we ran straight back to the conference hall. Once there we found a set of car keys and headed out to the parking lot to find the car the keys belonged to. It ended up being this black SUV. We took the car, and ran like crazy as the column water destroyed the city. There was some more to the dream, but it was more of us trying to escape the column. Other than that I don’t remember much.
Not sure what all this means, but was definetly an interesting dream.
Dream : Finances
This morning I had a different kind of dream. I was on my knees in front of a man. And He proceeds to knight me (you know he touched both of my shoulders). He pronounces over me “Finances for MS or …” (I don’t know or remember what the second one was but I was given the understanding that MS stood for missions) and then he touched my forehead. With His touch I went into what could be described as seizure. I spent some on the floor, but as I started to get up another man reached down and helped me up. He looked at me and asked “How was that tingling sensation?”. I replied, “That was no tingle, it was the Holy Spirit.” “Good” was all he told me.
Dream : Scotty and the Mercedes
This one is short. I can’t remember any other part of my dream, but what I do remember was standing outside of church talking to Scotty. And Scotty was telling me that he was going to get a new Mercedes from Sacks (sp?) which is a grocery store the Pastors shop at to find these great deals. He told me about how it was on sale and what a great deal he was going to get on it.
So at church Arielle encouraged me to tell him about it. After a little dragging of my feet, I finally told him. Of course he calls his Mom over and tells her. I felt more at peace about it once she explained, and she explained it like this. That Scotty was going to have a rich ministry at very low cost. (Cars represent our ministry). Anyway i thought that was really cool, and I felt like God had used me and my (while reluctant) obediance to encourage and bless someone, which is really cool.
Dream : Nukes and Violence
This wasn’t just one dream but a series of dreams. It starts off with me living in this apartment that was right next to a Jewish Synagoe. When i say right next to, I mean when I walked out my door I walked right into there worship service. And in order for me to get by, I would press my back against the back wall and creep by as slowly as I could hoping not to be noticed. I’m sorry but I don’t remember more of this one.
My next dream I was in a car, my brother Matt and I were in the back seat (I don’t know who was driving), but as we were going along this green john deere type tractor rams our car hittng the door that Matt had his back to. I tried to warn him but he didn’t seem to understand what I was saying. Again the tractor rammed us, this time a saw that was attached to his tractor came through the window. This went on several times, and as it was going on, I got a good look at the guy driving the green tractor, and I noticed that he was asleep! I don’t know if it was my yelling or what but finally the guy woke up and got control of his machine. With the crisis past we stopped the car at what looked like a rural european town. As we were standing there I noticed off into the distance that same green tractor, and it looked like he was meeting up with a buddy in an orange tractor. I called out to Matt and we headed after the two guys. As we snuck up on them the guy on the green tractor took off, he got by me, but Matt (the football pro tackled him). No sooner had this happened than the other bad guy, the guy from the orange tractor comes out and throws a wrench at Matt and hits him in the head. Angered I tackled the orange tractor guy from behind and started beating him.
My last dream started off with my mom, Sam, and myself flying home. Literally we were flying like you always see superman fly. As we were flying, we flew over Iran, and as we approached you could see plumes of smoke rising from the ground. At first I was excited or happy thinking to myself that Israel or the US had finally taken care of our enemy, but to my horror I found that they were not plumes of smoke from destruction. But rather plumes of smoke from missle launches. Quickly I followed the smoke trail flying on ahead of the rest of my family. Soon I could tell I was over the Mediterainian Sea, and I thought to check out the land of Israel to see if any of the missles had hit there. So I swooped down, but there was no destruction there. I said a quick prayer of thanks, and resumed my search of the missles. I caught up with them somewhere over the Alantic Ocean as I got close I could see that they were red missles and they were destined for my country. When I finally arrived over the US I could see the East and the West coast in flames burnring destruction up and down both coasts. I could see a few gaps along the eastern sea shore, places where bombs had missed or places that God had protected. I then checked on my home state of Tennessee. Thankfully it was clear of damage no bombs had dropped there. We were staying in wooded area in what looked like really fancy cabins, the family was gathered around the tv discussing what was going on, and my mom orders pizza. I guess the delievery guy couldn’t get in, so he calls my mom and tells her what she’s ordered, it was a really long list that I didn’t understand. And she asks me to go meet him and bring the pizza back. As I’m walking through this wooded area to meet the delivery guy, there are all these people going around in circles on what appeared to be scooters or little go carts. Only these weren’t normal go-carts, these things had what looked almost like a peacocks tail only with branches instead of feathers. And there was some crazy lady there trying to sell the carts to anyone passing by. Me being preoccupied with my own thoughts just brushed past her. As I was walking I kept thinking about what was I going to do, should I join the army, but I knew that Arielle wouldn’t want me to go, I knew that she and my family needed my protection. But I had this tug on my heart to fight, so it was a tough decision. And I woke up.
The main theme throughout these dreams seemed to be violence, I don’t know how, but it also tied into the first dream as well, I just can’t remember it. I don’t know what God was trying to tell me about violence, but He’ll show me.
Dream : A Windmilll Treehouse
Let me just paint this picture for you. Imagine a tree with two giant, flat, round stones wrapped around its base. The two stones are laying on top of each other and there’s a small gap where the two stones meet that allow someone to pour different grains in to be ground up into flour. Now these two stones are way to large for any human being to move so attached to the top stone are large sails that catch the wind in order to turn the stones to grind the grain. You would think based on the size of the stones that you would need a large almost tornado like wind to get the grinding going. But no the slightest breeze turns these stones and the sails seem to multiple the wind’s effectiveness. I climbed on to the stones, and sails turned almost into a ramp leading up to a little treehouse. The treehouse was small and sparse there’s really only enough room to lay down while the windmill does its work. When the wind begins to move the stones I had to run down and fill the mill with grain, once that was done I would return to the top of the tree and lay down. At night a latern would be lit and the whole tree would be filled with a soft warm light.
After that dream I had another dream, in this dream I was packing a large black bag. I was running from somewhere where my stuff was to a little picnic area just outside of Brit (the congregation where my dad was the rabbi) and the journey between the two places wasn’t an easy one, along the way there were obstacles I had to jump over while carrying this stuff. I would get to Brit put the stuff in the black bag, then realize I had left something behind, and run back to where ever it was I needed to go. This happened three times. On the second trip back, Jen (my old roommates finace’) was waiting at the picnic table and she gave me plans for some new type of suitcase. I realized I had forgotten something, and ran back and forth again. On the third trip Vic (my current boss) was waiting for me at the picnic table, and he gave me the suitcase that Jen had given me the plans for, so I threw them in the black bag. Oh and the whole time i was doing this, I was in my boxers. So you can imagine me jumping over these ditches while running back and forh…. Well maybe you shouldn’t.
Those were my dreams.
Dream : Harry Potter
Throughout my life I always been attracted to fantasy, whether my own vivid imagination or other sources such as books, movies, tv shows, etc. I’ve read everything from the Chronicles of Narnia to the Harry Potter books. I’ve enjoyed shows like Dragonball, Full Metal Alchemist, Buffy, Angel, and Charmed. I’ve watched movies like the Mummy, Blade, Star Wars, the Lord of Rings, and the Matrix. I’ve played games that used magic heavily such as WoW, Warcraft, StarCraft, Fable, and various Star Wars games. The devil and I used the lie of “it’s just fiction” or “hey a christian guy wrote it”. But what it really is, is dabbling without getting your hands dirty. Thinking that it is merely entertainment means you are ok, is simply wrong. Sitting there reading or watching is exposing your soul to evil and that builds up strongholds in your life. Again God used a dream to awaken me to the fact that there was this stronghold in my life.
One morning I had a strange dream about Harry Potter and there was a special focus on Harry’s wand. All I can really remember was a hand drawing of the wand on a piece of paper. It looked like a stick with piece of holly laid on it. I woke up and couldn’t understand why I had dreamed about Harry Potter, so I asked God why. And He answered that I still had this desire in my heart, for power out side of His will. Not that I wanted to become a witch or wizard, but that kind of power was a desire of my heart. That desire has roots back to what God has been talking to me about all week, pride, self confidence, and self reliance. Basically not putting my full trust in God. Relying on my human strength, my human knowledge, or my human understanding, is path of death and destruction, a path that does not lead to God and His wonderful grace.
James 4:6 says, “… God opposes the proud, but favors the humble”. I’ve been repenting and I will continue to repent until the stronghold is laid waste. God has shown me some great things this week, and I’m very thankful. But I desire a much deeper relationship with Him, and that means letting go of this world and my attachments to it. With God’s help my attachment to this thing we call magic or superpowers has been torn down.
Mighty Anchor 