from old blog January 18, 2008
Dear Jesus,
Well, I guess you know why I'm sitting here. I want to write this, Jesus, because I feel this dream is important. It's the second one of it's nature. So I'm going to write both of them. I feel like Father is taking me somewhere with these dreams. If it is where I think, it is both exciting and terrifying. If not, then it is just terrifying.
The first dream of this nature was maybe four months ago. Remember, I had the dream and then kept seeing it over and over in my mind for a couple days. I dreamt there was a little boy around six or seven years old. Someone was keeping him in a box just a little too small for his body. He was in the box in the fetal position and was scared. It was dark. That was all there was to the dream. I remember I kept praying for three days for this little boy, then I turned on the tv sometime during the third day just in time to hear them say a little boy was found in a box alive. I never heard any more or any of the details.
Tonight I just don't know what to think. I took the pain medicine they gave me for after the surgery and finally fell asleep. I was only asleep two hours before I woke up but it was terrifying. But not for the reason you would think. I was dreaming there was a little girl named Melea. She was wispy, black hair, and very fair skin. Her hair was long tied back in a ponytail at the neck. There were other children in the dream but it was night in the dream and they were sleeping. Three girls in one bedroom and one boy in another bedroom. In the basement level of the house. Then there was Melea. She was getting herself ready for bed and was going to go crawl into bed next to the boy. She was smiling and looked so happy. She had such a pretty little smile. Then a man upstairs yelled at her to come up there. She got very sad and very resigned like started up the stairs. I was watching and was not part of the dream up until then. I couldn't just stand there and watch her go. So I went up and tried to sidetrack him. He went into the bathroom and we thought he fell asleep. I was trying to get her out of the house ... I had just put her out a window and told her to go get help. He came out and started toward me. For some reason I remembered seeing a door going to outside the house on the back wall of the bathroom, so I ran out that door. The next thing I saw was her climbing up in a barn loft next to a neighbor's house. I started to go to her to help her but then he was there and I didn't want him to see her so I tried to distract him but he saw her. So I pounded on the neighbor's door and pointed to her and said he was trying to hurt her and call for help. Then I turned to run away but realized he would get her and be gone before help came. I remember thinking there was nothing I could do and then thinking I just had to do something. I could feel her holding my hand, even though she was away from me. She trusted me and I was the only one there to help. I remember turning to confront him and yelling at her that this (I remember I said this ... not he) was probably going to kill me so to run fast away. Then he started coming at me with this taser like thing and kept shooting it at me. But now I had a blanket in my hands and I would just hold it up and the taser couldn't go through it. I kept trying to wake up but couldn't breathe. Finally when I woke up I was shaking all over and my heart was pounding. I actually could not breathe.
The reason it terrified me was not because of the guy but because I just had surgery and have a history of very low pulse ... 40 to 44. I took the pain medicine before I went to sleep. I think my pulse fell too low and that is why I couldn't breathe. I have to be careful of that. I spent three days in the hospital in March of 2005 with a pulse of 36. It took a full year to recover from that. I couldn't even walk up two stairs without being winded.
So. Back to the dream. You know, Lord, that I've prayed much in the past for you to use me in my dreams. Lord, if that is where these dreams are going please confirm it for me. And if it was just a dream please confirm that.
I love you, Jesus
I trust you, Jesus
Thank you, Jesus
Bless you, Jesus
for I am nothing if not for you
Dear Jesus,
Well, I guess you know why I'm sitting here. I want to write this, Jesus, because I feel this dream is important. It's the second one of it's nature. So I'm going to write both of them. I feel like Father is taking me somewhere with these dreams. If it is where I think, it is both exciting and terrifying. If not, then it is just terrifying.
The first dream of this nature was maybe four months ago. Remember, I had the dream and then kept seeing it over and over in my mind for a couple days. I dreamt there was a little boy around six or seven years old. Someone was keeping him in a box just a little too small for his body. He was in the box in the fetal position and was scared. It was dark. That was all there was to the dream. I remember I kept praying for three days for this little boy, then I turned on the tv sometime during the third day just in time to hear them say a little boy was found in a box alive. I never heard any more or any of the details.
Tonight I just don't know what to think. I took the pain medicine they gave me for after the surgery and finally fell asleep. I was only asleep two hours before I woke up but it was terrifying. But not for the reason you would think. I was dreaming there was a little girl named Melea. She was wispy, black hair, and very fair skin. Her hair was long tied back in a ponytail at the neck. There were other children in the dream but it was night in the dream and they were sleeping. Three girls in one bedroom and one boy in another bedroom. In the basement level of the house. Then there was Melea. She was getting herself ready for bed and was going to go crawl into bed next to the boy. She was smiling and looked so happy. She had such a pretty little smile. Then a man upstairs yelled at her to come up there. She got very sad and very resigned like started up the stairs. I was watching and was not part of the dream up until then. I couldn't just stand there and watch her go. So I went up and tried to sidetrack him. He went into the bathroom and we thought he fell asleep. I was trying to get her out of the house ... I had just put her out a window and told her to go get help. He came out and started toward me. For some reason I remembered seeing a door going to outside the house on the back wall of the bathroom, so I ran out that door. The next thing I saw was her climbing up in a barn loft next to a neighbor's house. I started to go to her to help her but then he was there and I didn't want him to see her so I tried to distract him but he saw her. So I pounded on the neighbor's door and pointed to her and said he was trying to hurt her and call for help. Then I turned to run away but realized he would get her and be gone before help came. I remember thinking there was nothing I could do and then thinking I just had to do something. I could feel her holding my hand, even though she was away from me. She trusted me and I was the only one there to help. I remember turning to confront him and yelling at her that this (I remember I said this ... not he) was probably going to kill me so to run fast away. Then he started coming at me with this taser like thing and kept shooting it at me. But now I had a blanket in my hands and I would just hold it up and the taser couldn't go through it. I kept trying to wake up but couldn't breathe. Finally when I woke up I was shaking all over and my heart was pounding. I actually could not breathe.
The reason it terrified me was not because of the guy but because I just had surgery and have a history of very low pulse ... 40 to 44. I took the pain medicine before I went to sleep. I think my pulse fell too low and that is why I couldn't breathe. I have to be careful of that. I spent three days in the hospital in March of 2005 with a pulse of 36. It took a full year to recover from that. I couldn't even walk up two stairs without being winded.
So. Back to the dream. You know, Lord, that I've prayed much in the past for you to use me in my dreams. Lord, if that is where these dreams are going please confirm it for me. And if it was just a dream please confirm that.
I love you, Jesus
I trust you, Jesus
Thank you, Jesus
Bless you, Jesus
for I am nothing if not for you
