August 13, 2011
This dream begins with a community of sorts, and there was at the center of
it a community bathroom. People use the showers at different times. This
one time, for some unknown reason to me, I had gone to the men’s side
without even thinking about it! Well, someone brought it to my attention and
I turned away and went to the women’s side. I was trying to figure out why I
did such a thing.
I found myself doing it again another time. It is like I wasn’t focused on
what I was doing. I just naturally drifted to the right once I had gone into
the center. Someone tells me again. I am angry at myself for messing up
again.
The third time, it is different. The men understood for some reason that I
was different, or maybe the time timing was different. The men allowed me
to come in. Among them was Randy. After some time, I realized that
everyone was nude, but no one seemed so notice. It was not important.
We all formed lines, that is behind each other. The atmosphere seems heavy
with the emotion of mourning. No one says anything, every one is quiet. We
sit down and lie on our backs. I feel like I am in a holocaust movie preparing
to be gassed. I think of Israel and Masada. Masada had been under siege for
a number of months, and when the Romans broke into the fortress, all the
Jews had cut their own throats. The Romans had no massacre, no rape, no
victory.
Across from us, a window about 2/3 toward the ceiling, I see red lights
approaching from a distance. The lights are trailing each other over the
mountain along the twisting road. In a little while, Randy stands up and goes
to the window. He is deeply disturbed, grieved. He points a finger toward the
window glass and says with brokenness: “The Arabs are coming.”
Surprisingly, we do not become fearful, we don’t panic.
In the distance I am able to see the vehicles coming closer and their red
lights are more discernable in the darkness. Death is coming and we are not
crying. The overhead light in the community shower is very bright. We are
waiting to die.
Randy is next to me. There were two younger men in front of us, I sat up
and said I needed a knife. They whip out of nowhere 6 and 7inch blade
knives. The handles are blue. One side of the knife was perfectly sharp for
cutting flesh. I choose one knife and the fellow looked at me as if to say he
knew I would be brave and kill myself before the Arabs arrived.
——I wake up, the dream is too disturbing. I go to the kitchen and go back
to bed—–
The dream continues. I am alone in the shower bay area again looking out
the window remembering the previous dream. This time the sun is out
brightly. There is a bank sitting on the knoll where I saw the vehicles with
the red lights weaving down the mountain.
Note: This dream in two stages, one is the current state with business as
usual, and the other is what is coming. Windows in dreams sometimes
represent the prophetic portals to the future. We see through them. The first
dream is the future, second dream is seeing things as they are now. This is
going to change.
The community is believers and the showers in the center represent the
community of believers repenting. At one point I am not accepted, but at
another time it makes no difference because of the grief that is coming.
Believers will learn to come together. We are nude and symbolizes our
transparency before the Lord, our innocence at the time of being sacrificed.
