November 9, 2008

This dream started with us (Randy and I) at a place where one side of it was an outside stadium, and the other side (where we were) was like an inside auditorium. There was some sort of entertainment. Our coffee table was there, and for some reason decided to move along outside. We took our cups off the table and picked up the table and carried it with us. 

Once outside I noticed there were three stages in this outside stadium. Passing along, we were trying to figure out how to get out of there. There were some people who were also walking along near to us. We pass up this archway that was the first stage and see the second one. There seemed to appear nothing going on there like sports or entertainment or anything. 

About halfway through this archway we heard someone speaking on a microphone. To my right I glance over and see a mobile aluminum bleacher that was perpendicular to the wall. The sky was heavily overcast with dark puffy clouds. It seemed as if there was something very sad about everything. We stopped walking when we heard this man talking and I recognized the voice to be Kenneth Copeland. He was standing along with his entourage on the bleacher. 

I heard him saying: “We are now living in changing times. Things changing so quickly we can barely keep up with them. I know you all are good people who are concerned about your families and the future. You are wondering what to do during this time and you want to do the right thing. I would tell you to no longer preach the gospel anymore. Don’t preach the blood of Jesus.  Don’t preach Jesus. If you do, you know you will go to jail, and you have got to care for you families. Preach all paths lead to God because you know if you preach Jesus you will go to prison. We wouldn’t want you all to go to jail. You all have supported us for years and because we care about all of you, we don’t want you to go to jail.”

I was furious! With sarcasm I shouted: “NooOOoo, we wouldn’t want to do that. No way would we want to suffer for Jesus like our brothers and sisters in China who go to jail. No way would we want to do heroic acts!”

Every head in the stadium, and there was a few thousand people, you could hear their necks creaking like rusty doors as they turned to stare me down with absolute hatred. There was a thundering silence. Even Randy looked at me as if to say: “You are crazy! You are going to get us sent to jail.” End

Note: This is likely to occur after the stock market crash. We will see.