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Suffered a bad dream last night about being caught in a large church during a service with probably at least 100 other people present and seeing a tornado heading for us through the large wall-to-wall windows, but there was no escape from it somehow, or a place to hide like a storm cellar. And somehow as we watched, the tornado just a half-mile or so away outside almost seemed like it was a sentient thing, knowing it could destroy us and the building we were in completely within seconds but biding its time, sort of circle around the place, in and out of view with implied threats, before coming forward to strike.
Strange how terrified I seem to have been of tornadoes all of my life, yet I have been so fortunate as to never see one myself or even be in the same town as one when it struck. As common as they seem to be in most areas of America, you'd think the odds would be in favor of each of us having seen at least one in the first twenty or thirty years of our lives.
It is not a norm for me to share certain things, and I don't even bother about what dreams I had. Most of the time, I would let it slides and then it will be forgotten over time. Well, how often do we remember our dreams? Perhaps, if it is very intense or has a certain significant importance that we could remember. Even then, we may not remember the very details of it.
I woke up with this strange dream. I'm not sure if it was considered good or bad. But at least I did not feel that it was so bad that I got traumatized by it.
I was in a church, and I could see that there were many people praying. I could hear people praying loudly. It was not because they wanted others to hear them but they were so fearful that as they prayed, their voices became louder than usual. I felt like as if there was a disaster happening or going to happen that everyone was trembling in fear that all we could do was to pray for God's deliverance.
While all these were happening in church, there was a priest or pastor or preacher or a church elder (I don't even know who he was but he was dressed in a priestly robe, like those worn by the Jewish priest) standing near the altar where the cross was - who appeared to be panicking due to the large crowd of people that seemed to have lost control of their emotions. There were people crying, weeping, wailing and screaming. All of those voices just showed how fearful they felt though the words coming from their mouth were prayers - asking for help and mercy.
As I was observing the surrounding thinking of what I should do, then suddenly I heard the door opened, coming from my back. I turned around wondering if that was the disaster that everyone was so afraid of. But as I turned my body, I began to feel that there were numerous pair of eyes looking at me. I started to feel really scared but not the "fear of death" kind of feeling. Then out of curiosity, I began to search for where those eyes were from. It was then that I saw four pairs of eyes which belonged to four people who came in. (I put the word "people" in italics because they were not exactly human I saw, but felt like they were people whom I always felt familiar with. I also specified the four pairs of eyes because these eyes stood out very prominently. As compared to the large crowd of people in the church, I could hardly see their eyes though I could see them crying.)
The first pair of eyes looked like the lion's eyes. They appeared to be fiery but yet gentle. I felt like this person came to rescue rather than trying to harm the people in the church. Again, I italiced the word "person" as he appeared to have the figure of a man but his eyes were different from us humans. The rest of the three people were the same, except for one. This person has a pair of human eyes - it was gentle. I felt like I could not take my eyes off of him as it felt so calm when I looked at them, as if to tell me to not be afraid. While there was so much of voices and cries coming from the people of the church, this person did not speak. All he did was looked at me, and immediately I felt it. I felt like he was comforting me even without any words. I cried - not because I was sad but I was overjoyed over the way he looked at me as if to tell me that "he loves me." I just felt the overwhelming love through his eyes. It was like when I was a little girl, the big boys in my neigbourhood would always bully me and I would run to my dad and he would always put his hands around me to comfort me till I stopped crying. It was hard to forget my dad's eyes. And now, I am feeling the same thing - love from this person, his sight.
Out of the four people, I felt like the first three were like the eyes of animals. One of which was a lion, but I could not make out what the other two were except that they were here to help us (me and the church) to overcome a problem (which felt like a big disaster but yet I could not figure out what that was).
I think I woke up suddenly with some tears on my face. The last image I got was that pair of eyes which looked like human's eyes.
No. More like this.
I had an awesome day at Bible study today. Since joining this church, I'm having the kind of social life I have not had since my late teens. I'm learning more about God's love and goodness and I'm recognizing more mistakes I made growing up. Thing is, I'm feeling more at ease with acknowledging them. I screwed up. I was a little turd. I wasted my youth on the internet. I felt nothing but self pity. I now say it with without the butt hurt. I'm now much more at ease now that I am actually having a life outside the internet and constant volunteer work.
God has heard my cries. God is good, God is love, God is mercy. In spite of all the times I lashed out at God, He has still shown me so much grace this past year.
Im so sorry to hear that and will pray you find a new one soon.
Looks like a suspect lineup at a jail..
Which one done it? Come on, fess up.Looks like a suspect lineup at a jail..
We don't know who hurt Mr. Chang.. but we'll get to the bottom of it tonight. Or so help me, they'll all spend the rest of their liquid lives in the slammer.Which one done it? Come on, fess up.