This is for Pastors and the Church of Christ:
FYI: I watched that movie (Lovely Bones) when it first came out. I was young and I didn't keep in mind that if I didn't like something, in this case, a movie, I could leave the movie theater. I hated that movie because I couldn't believe a person would create a character like that, and it really affected me that the victim was 14 years old. Out of all the characters from movies and tv shows I've watched, that is the one I wish I never knew about, but if God used him to let His church know what is happening, then I don't argue with that. I just hope these dreams bring more clarity about what is happening.
I had these dreams on Friday, April 25th, 2020:
It was daytime, but the light was not white, it was like yellow or sand color. I was inside a large property that was divided by buildings. I was inside one of the buildings along with many people; it was a one story building. It felt like it was a basketball court or an indoor gym. People were being moved in groups from the building I was in, into another building. When people were moved to the other building, they had to walk through an area outside the buildings that had a concrete path and the path had silver metal handrails. When a certain number of people walked through, it took half an hour to call the next group (because the lines were long, and they were processing each person once they arrived in the next building). When they called the next group, I was in it. I left the building through one door and I got into the concrete hallway. I realized that there were not many people on the concrete path to go to the next building anymore and I would get to the next building faster without waiting in line under the sun. When I enter the next building through a door, I noticed the place was big, about the same size of the previous building, it was only one level as well. When I entered, I saw there were many people sitting in chairs looking towards a platform. The platform was about 1-2 feet high. There was a silver metal railing separating the people who were about to enter from the people who had already entered and were already seated. I was next on the list (to be processed). They called me to move to an area to my right where there was a stretcher. There was a woman dressed as a nurse and she asked me to identify myself. I told her my name and my date of birth. She told me another date of birth, and I told her that the correct one was the one I had told her. The nurse said, "That's what I meant" (sort of like saying it didn’t matter, that even though she did have the wrong birthday on a paper, it was like if it didn’t matter if it was right one) She asked me to sit on the stretcher, and for some reason I knew I was going to be put down to sleep. I looked at the people who were already inside and it was as if I felt the Holocaust or Jonestown (I felt: “Don’t drink the kool aid”. I felt like people were being separated to be killed). The nurse asked me if I wanted to pray first (before the procedure). I felt that anyone who was directing what was happening took into consideration any religion, not because it was true, but as to calm the person and make them believe that they were free to believe what each person wanted (for example, they would’ve asked the same question to a buddhist, so the nurse didn’t ask me because she also believed in God, but because she was trying to keep me calm). I felt that this was my opportunity to pray to get out of there. An Asian woman also joined us to pray, she sat on the stretcher between me and the nurse. They both started praying something like: "Lord, be with us, take care of us, protect us..." I was frustrated with their prayer because they kept asking the Lord without taking into consideration how powerful they are. I started praying louder than them and said something like, "Lord, thank you that you ARE with us, thank you that you NEVER leave us, thank you that you ALWAYS protect us..." Instead of asking, I began declaring the truth of what God tells us in His word. Apparently I had been praying for quite some time without noticing it, that it caused the two women to fall asleep, but I don't think it was because they were tired, or bored, but because of the way I had prayed, it had given them rest. When I finished praying, they both woke up startled, surprised they that they had fallen asleep. I then see adults giving people ice cream. Some people had their ice cream, others were waiting to get theirs. The ice cream boxes were yellow. One of the people who were giving away the ice cream was a woman I recognized from a church (a sister). I saw that there were boxes and boxes of vanilla ice cream cones covered in chocolate. They had taken the boxes out of the fridge at the same time, so the ice cream that was being distributed was already melting. A boy, maybe 5 years old, got his right hand dirty with melted ice cream and wiped himself on the red shirt I was wearing. I stood up from the stretcher and walked into a small kitchen next to the entrance (I never went to the other section where the chairs were, nor did they get me to sleep or ate ice cream). I wet the part of the shirt that the boy had gotten dirty and grabbed paper towels to dry myself up. I remember I got my shirt wet with a lot of water. There was a person in the kitchen, and I told her that children reflect their parents. That I was not upset with the boy, that I was upset with his parents. I realized a few drops of water had fallen on the floor. I grabbed paper towels to clean them. A Pastor I recognized entered the kitchen and said, "Hermana..." And I replied, "What?" like saying, what do you want? I was upset. I knew he was the Pastor, but he looked like a character from a movie where that character is a serial killer, George Harvey. The Pastor was dressed in an old fashioned light brown suit and had old-fashioned glasses from the 60s (just like the character). He asked me what had happened. I bent down to clean the floor because of the drops of water that had spilled, I got up and I approached him, and I said, "That children reflect their parents." I told him that what had happened was absurd, that a child should not be so inconsiderate, and that I blamed the parents. Then I said to him: “And that's not all, the things that I heard and saw in your church, the things that I knew were happening and you think that I didn't realize it. The division, the murmuring among the congregation”. At that moment, three men dressed just like him entered the kitchen (same brown suit). I don't remember if they said anything, but the Pastor was going to go with them, it was as if they were going to a business meeting. So, when I was just talking to him about the things I saw and heard in church, he interrupted me and said that he had to go with them. I gave up.
I took a nap. Right before I woke up, I started seeing images of emergency workers. It seemed like it was either a hospital or a police station. There had been an explosion/emergency somewhere so the whole crew was walking in and out of the building. They were moving crews to attend what happened. The workers had bright yellow neon jackets on, like when there’s an emergency at night (I watch Australian tv shows and the EMTs and police officers usually wear those all the time). The room had white light, but I could see through the door and windows that it was nighttime and I think it was also raining. A worker was in front of a computer screen and he or she was looking for information about what was happening with the emergency. Another worker walked in and said they know who caused it (the explosion/emergency) and the worker that was in front of the computer let this other worker search the database. Then the profile of George Harvey (the character from the previous dream) came up There were a few picture of him. The worker said, “That’s the guy” pointing at the computer. I woke up.
These dreams are not about an specific Pastor, but for Pastors and the Church of Christ in general.
FYI: I watched that movie (Lovely Bones) when it first came out. I was young and I didn't keep in mind that if I didn't like something, in this case, a movie, I could leave the movie theater. I hated that movie because I couldn't believe a person would create a character like that, and it really affected me that the victim was 14 years old. Out of all the characters from movies and tv shows I've watched, that is the one I wish I never knew about, but if God used him to let His church know what is happening, then I don't argue with that. I just hope these dreams bring more clarity about what is happening.
I had these dreams on Friday, April 25th, 2020:
It was daytime, but the light was not white, it was like yellow or sand color. I was inside a large property that was divided by buildings. I was inside one of the buildings along with many people; it was a one story building. It felt like it was a basketball court or an indoor gym. People were being moved in groups from the building I was in, into another building. When people were moved to the other building, they had to walk through an area outside the buildings that had a concrete path and the path had silver metal handrails. When a certain number of people walked through, it took half an hour to call the next group (because the lines were long, and they were processing each person once they arrived in the next building). When they called the next group, I was in it. I left the building through one door and I got into the concrete hallway. I realized that there were not many people on the concrete path to go to the next building anymore and I would get to the next building faster without waiting in line under the sun. When I enter the next building through a door, I noticed the place was big, about the same size of the previous building, it was only one level as well. When I entered, I saw there were many people sitting in chairs looking towards a platform. The platform was about 1-2 feet high. There was a silver metal railing separating the people who were about to enter from the people who had already entered and were already seated. I was next on the list (to be processed). They called me to move to an area to my right where there was a stretcher. There was a woman dressed as a nurse and she asked me to identify myself. I told her my name and my date of birth. She told me another date of birth, and I told her that the correct one was the one I had told her. The nurse said, "That's what I meant" (sort of like saying it didn’t matter, that even though she did have the wrong birthday on a paper, it was like if it didn’t matter if it was right one) She asked me to sit on the stretcher, and for some reason I knew I was going to be put down to sleep. I looked at the people who were already inside and it was as if I felt the Holocaust or Jonestown (I felt: “Don’t drink the kool aid”. I felt like people were being separated to be killed). The nurse asked me if I wanted to pray first (before the procedure). I felt that anyone who was directing what was happening took into consideration any religion, not because it was true, but as to calm the person and make them believe that they were free to believe what each person wanted (for example, they would’ve asked the same question to a buddhist, so the nurse didn’t ask me because she also believed in God, but because she was trying to keep me calm). I felt that this was my opportunity to pray to get out of there. An Asian woman also joined us to pray, she sat on the stretcher between me and the nurse. They both started praying something like: "Lord, be with us, take care of us, protect us..." I was frustrated with their prayer because they kept asking the Lord without taking into consideration how powerful they are. I started praying louder than them and said something like, "Lord, thank you that you ARE with us, thank you that you NEVER leave us, thank you that you ALWAYS protect us..." Instead of asking, I began declaring the truth of what God tells us in His word. Apparently I had been praying for quite some time without noticing it, that it caused the two women to fall asleep, but I don't think it was because they were tired, or bored, but because of the way I had prayed, it had given them rest. When I finished praying, they both woke up startled, surprised they that they had fallen asleep. I then see adults giving people ice cream. Some people had their ice cream, others were waiting to get theirs. The ice cream boxes were yellow. One of the people who were giving away the ice cream was a woman I recognized from a church (a sister). I saw that there were boxes and boxes of vanilla ice cream cones covered in chocolate. They had taken the boxes out of the fridge at the same time, so the ice cream that was being distributed was already melting. A boy, maybe 5 years old, got his right hand dirty with melted ice cream and wiped himself on the red shirt I was wearing. I stood up from the stretcher and walked into a small kitchen next to the entrance (I never went to the other section where the chairs were, nor did they get me to sleep or ate ice cream). I wet the part of the shirt that the boy had gotten dirty and grabbed paper towels to dry myself up. I remember I got my shirt wet with a lot of water. There was a person in the kitchen, and I told her that children reflect their parents. That I was not upset with the boy, that I was upset with his parents. I realized a few drops of water had fallen on the floor. I grabbed paper towels to clean them. A Pastor I recognized entered the kitchen and said, "Hermana..." And I replied, "What?" like saying, what do you want? I was upset. I knew he was the Pastor, but he looked like a character from a movie where that character is a serial killer, George Harvey. The Pastor was dressed in an old fashioned light brown suit and had old-fashioned glasses from the 60s (just like the character). He asked me what had happened. I bent down to clean the floor because of the drops of water that had spilled, I got up and I approached him, and I said, "That children reflect their parents." I told him that what had happened was absurd, that a child should not be so inconsiderate, and that I blamed the parents. Then I said to him: “And that's not all, the things that I heard and saw in your church, the things that I knew were happening and you think that I didn't realize it. The division, the murmuring among the congregation”. At that moment, three men dressed just like him entered the kitchen (same brown suit). I don't remember if they said anything, but the Pastor was going to go with them, it was as if they were going to a business meeting. So, when I was just talking to him about the things I saw and heard in church, he interrupted me and said that he had to go with them. I gave up.
I took a nap. Right before I woke up, I started seeing images of emergency workers. It seemed like it was either a hospital or a police station. There had been an explosion/emergency somewhere so the whole crew was walking in and out of the building. They were moving crews to attend what happened. The workers had bright yellow neon jackets on, like when there’s an emergency at night (I watch Australian tv shows and the EMTs and police officers usually wear those all the time). The room had white light, but I could see through the door and windows that it was nighttime and I think it was also raining. A worker was in front of a computer screen and he or she was looking for information about what was happening with the emergency. Another worker walked in and said they know who caused it (the explosion/emergency) and the worker that was in front of the computer let this other worker search the database. Then the profile of George Harvey (the character from the previous dream) came up There were a few picture of him. The worker said, “That’s the guy” pointing at the computer. I woke up.
These dreams are not about an specific Pastor, but for Pastors and the Church of Christ in general.
