Dreams and Interpretation

The First Dream (2nd dream is below)

Feb. 28, 2015

The dream starts off that I walk into a restaurant that reminds me of an old Pizza Hut we used to go to as a child out on LAFB. It seems it feels more like a bar or

a night club though and immediately when I walk in holding my husband’s arm, I cannot look up at the people who are there. It’s disgusting. Standing before

us waiting to seat us is what seems to be a woman who is serving but is naked. She has gigantically augmented breasts that are freak show size but as I’m

looking down I see she is not a woman but more of a man with diminished and deformed reproductive organs, incapable of procreation. It feels very

disturbing and perverse.

It now appears to be a restaurant again I leave my belongings at one table to join my husband at another. I notice my belongings are by themselves so I

retrieve them. We are somehow joined now at even another table full of people. The people are laughing, eating, talking about their lives. I notice the table

across from us there is a guy who is yelling and cursing at someone. His face is bright and beautiful and he’s very attractive but the things he’s saying are ugly

and vile. My eyes are then drawn to his shirt which is a picture of the lords last supper. He is proudly displaying Godly apparel but does not act Godly at all.

The dream is given in symbols and symbolism:

Here are things that are familiar to the servant receiving the dream - You are seeing yourself in Pizza Hut, which is a family place for you , and as this develops

it represents the church, a family place, which you grew up in as a child. But now as an adult with your own family it looks familiar at first, but as you look

closely you realize it is perverted - roles in the church are a freak show - no longer able to tell if it is a man or woman that is leading. Men are sterile, unable to

bring forth sons in the Lord

See Ez. 8:3, 6, 9-18

Vs. 11 - 70 men of the elders (whose chief duty was to guard against idolatry)

Vs. 12 - public and private

Vs. 13, 14 - women worshipping Ishtar, giving themselves over to shameful practices

Vs. 15 - greater abominations than these

Vs. 16 - 25 men represent the priesthood - turning their backs on God and worshipping the sun, (creation, not the Creator) If the priests do this, so goes

the church.

The people today are laughing, eating, talking about themselves, the table is full. When destruction comes they will be surprised.

Matt. 24: 36-39

Notice the man with the religious t-shirt:

The attractive, bright and beautiful is what the world applauds - demanding and cursing - a mouth and heart filled with vile ugliness, proud of their behavior in

public as the world eggs them on - while wearin - g a shirt with the Lord’s Supper.

I try to whisper in my husbands ear that this is not right but he is wearing a big cowboy hat. I keep trying to whisper in his ear when he becomes frustrated

with his hat getting in his way and removes it so he can hear me.

Next, a group of girls I know (but I don’t know) are at the table and talking about giving away some really nice party shirts. She’s mocking me because she

doesn’t think I would wear one now that I’m a mom. I tell her that I’m not interested in the shirts but not because I’m a mom but rather I am not the same

person who used to go out and party. I explain that my life has changed and I used to do those things but have no desire anymore.

The girls and youth today are willing to give away all the virtues of a godly woman, to party like the attractive guy - saying all the while, “I sit at the Lord’s

table”. I share in the Church.

Your husband with the large hat is a symbol of pastors in the church not wanting to hear; they have put on a hate representing the Wild West, being a self-

made man, aloofness. The Holy Spirit, the voice of truth, is trying to speak and they are becoming frustrated - because the role they want to play is getting in

the way of hearing…He has to remove it. Stop listening to this generation of mockers. Have a testimony to the mockers. “I am not who I used to be”

I walk away from the table and take a bag with me. It seems to be one of the typical Christmas bags made of paper with handles.

From there I enter into a house which was once mine (don’t recognize it because I don’t really know this house) for that matter it was not just my house as

everyone was collecting their Christmas items and leaving. I am not noticing that everyone is gone but slowly gathering my Christmas collection of Victorian

town houses and town pieces. I can only fit so many into the bag and I am also realizing if I keep putting them in the bag, they will not fit or may break.

- The church is not what it was, and you cannot bring the past things of the church with you - to follow God you will have to leave all that is familiar - anything

you try to bring will not fit.

When I turn to leave, I then realize that the house is vacant. Nobody is there and I have a sense that I must leave too.

The house is empty because God has left the visible church, and His people now must leave…

I walk out the front door only to see that it is wet, muddy and treacherous. My hands are full and I contemplate trying to shut the front door so that people will

not later try to break in. Something tells me just to leave the door open and it doesn’t matter.

I try to navigate over the muddy areas and once I do, I see it looks like an African, dry safari. I am suddenly very aware that this is a desolation and there are

animals which want to devour. I see some dogs but quickly I hear my moms voice pass by and say “those are wolves” I want to run past them but also see a

baboon with them. I can see a house or structure up ahead where everyone I love is at waiting for me but I know the road is treacherous to get there. I walk

forward on the divided left hand dirt road which has just sparse grass separating it and on the right

You see muddy areas, where one can get stuck, fall down, a slippery, hard to travel place). The African, dry Safari represents thirst and desolation represents

despair. Animals waiting to devour speak of fear and dogs that are really wolves speak of deception. The treacherous road is hazardous, full of dangers.

Walking forward, you see sparse grass, which speaks of a few coming to the Lord.

I see my dad sitting at a small table holding a baby. I move forward and see two lions who are ferociously waiting to devour something but still stand to the

side of the house as if they are not quite ready or allowed to. In one swift move, I run to the house for safety where I see my mom on the stairs and my sister

upstairs. The lions wait on the side, hungry. (this house was open front and side therefore I can see into the house from a distance and the Lions are to the

side of the house where they can be seen but cannot touch.

Dad represents God the Father and the baby represents Jesus, born in Bethlehem. They are always together on the throne. But this is how the world sees

Jesus - powerless, like a baby. And so goes the church. (You can’t separate Jesus and His church) You are still trying to get back to what is familiar, your mom

and sister. The Lions - see 1 Peter 5:8

I am now aware that my dad is out there by himself sitting at this table with the baby which is hungry. Suddenly I feel as if this is my baby and I need to feed

her. I am instructed to stay at the house but we all watch my father.

Jesus reconciled man to the Father - those who will come.

The baby is the church, hungry and wanting and needing to be fed. You alone are afraid, never the Father or the Baby.

I turn and get on my knees to weep. Fearing my father and baby will be devoured by the lions, wolves and baboon. As I am weeping on my face I close my

eyes and cannot open them. I am moaning and crying in the spirit in such a way I’ve never known. My spirit is so grieved. I cannot open my eyes but am

praying in the spirit. At the same time I am moaning and crying I begin to sing and utterance that in my mind sounds like crying but is so beautiful along with

my crying. It was a beautiful song amongst much anguish like a melody and harmony. It is loud as to drown out the roars of lions I hear and assume are

attacking and as I keep my eyes shut, groaning, singing and praying I see like a dream a bunch of pretty Victorian-ish type homes, very colorful and they are all

being destroyed. House after house destroyed. I am not even sure how exactly but it seems that I see them almost being hit with bombs.

God has set His people to prayer, weeping for the church, repenting, crying out - because all the enemies of God and His church are at the door, but not

allowed to come in.

The church appears to have her eyes closed, but only to the natural - God has opened the heavens to make all known.

Pretty Victorian houses, representing past religion, and colorful houses, representing homosexuality, are being destroyed by God.

When I finally open up my eyes and the singing has come to a climactic halt I see that my sister Janette says she’s going to retrieve the baby. She and my mom

both have the same maternal instinct to retrieve the hungry baby as if it is also theirs. My mom is waiting by the stair case and the lions want to grab her legs

through the stair case. I warn her and I then lay down weeping on a very pretty twin sized bed. My mom tells me not to cry anymore and that is is ok but I

cannot be consoled. I tell her that she does not know what I have seen. Destruction. I don’t remember if the baby was retrieved safely but right before I wake

up, I ask what the baby’s name is and am told Pauline.

In the midst of persecution, and it is coming, there will be groaning, singing and praying, and utterance. It will be so loud as to drown out the threats of the

enemy.

After the destruction, the singing comes to a halt. The church will want to lay down and weep at the sight of the destruction they have seen. The baby lives,

the church lives, and is hungry for God’s Word.

And the word “Pauline” speaks of the Pauline Epistles.

The Second Dream

Dream April 28, 2015

The dream began that there was some form of a party for the kids in my family. It was being held outdoors. I believe it was my sister Janette’s party of some

sort. I arrive at a time when the kids are called in and my two older sisters Kim and Janette both realize that they are missing their younger children. There is

devastation as we are worried about the children but the next thing I know I am not at the party and I along with a few others are running and hiding.

The dream begins with the subject of family, and then turns to the imagery of persecution. It represents persecution within the church, starting with the

young.

My youngest sister Mary and I are trying to protect a child whose right ear lobe has been severed with a blunt rounded but sharp sword and lays on the ground

before us. We are cornered and captured. I beg and plead for someone to pick up the ear lobe and please reattach for this childs sake. We are in a maze of a

type and are found in the night.

The loss of the ear lobe represents loss of hearing.

We are taken in and suddenly my sister Janette and I are cuffed and prepared to have to give our case to a jury of judges. The room is filled with people we

know but rather than one judge there is several like maybe 5-7. I am surprised because these judges are wearing regular clothing not distinguishing them as

judges and they are all in a circle clumped together rather than sitting at their own pulpit. I am called up first to give my pre-judge statement. I am first and I

suddenly know that what I am defending is that my oldest sister Kim is blaming Janette for the loss of their children. I go up there and am weeping for the loss

of my nieces and nephews. I cannot understand why my oldest sister would be trying to convict my sister Janette. I stand before the judges who are sitting

around laughing and talking, not taking this seriously and someone standing before me whispers to me that I should try to flatter the judge. I suddenly look

pretty with make up and hair done and dressed nicely. I can see when he looks at me that I am flattering to his eye. He then tells me to say something nicely

with my voice. I stand not knowing what to say and he then tells me to say “kitten” and I try to say it in a sultry voice but am very uncomfortable.

We see that persecution not only comes from outside, but there will be family against family. We see the world in judgment against the church, represented

by judges in regular clothing.

The one dreaming is tempted to try a tactic - to look and act like the world in order to be accepted, but true believers will find this convicting - she is

uncomfortable. Then she becomes bold and speaks truth, which brings freedom:

I am trying to tell what happened at the park but it just seems there is a lot of noise, distraction and chaos and the judges aren’t even really paying attention. I

feel my voice is quiet and not heard and it seems I felt I was just rambling about how the children just disappeared but I finally and suddenly I have a

confidence and authority about my voice and become stern, looking directly at my sister, the accuser and say. “Kim, were you not at the party yourself? She

replies yes. “ Did you specifically ask Janette to watch your children?” No. “Did she not also lose something dear?” Yes. At this speaking of the truth I was set

free. I believe Janette was also set free.

This relates to the first dream; speaking the truth in boldness, she has a testimony.

The next thing I know is I was climbing a building. It appeared to be like an abandoned parking garage with many levels the kind you find at the airport. As I

got to the top and peered over the edge I saw hundreds of owls. They were preparing for something. Then I saw from the side where I was hanging on the

building one owl who had somehow tricked a bunch of other birds. He was corralling them in a flighted frenzy upwards. They were scared and flying together.

They were to fly to the top of the building in the hundreds if not a thousand. Just as they got to the top I realized that the owls who were on top of the building

were working together with the larger owl and were hunting. They would devour the birds and it was a perfect and easy hunting plan. There were a few birds

which seemed camouflaged to the owls though in autumn colors like leaves. They were bright in comparison to the concrete rooftop but somehow seemed to

not be seen. I then woke up.

Owls in the Bible speak of desolation and ruins. Here we see a plan to hunt people down.

But we see, wonderfully, that there are those who are bright, yet cannot be seen. They are hidden in the time of danger.

See Psalm 91