Years ago I dreamed that I was in the lobby of a church. And I was approached by a man who looked like Jesus, but instead of a face he had a piece of paper that looked like a face. His features were drawn on like with a pencil. I asked if he was Jesus amd he said, Yes my child I am he… But his voice not human. It had a dark tone to it like a hoarse growl.
Some yeara later I had a dream where I found Jesus. I knew with complete certainty that this was Him. I thought, finally I could ask him questions and the first Iquestion I asked him was, Is it a sin to " x ".
And he looked at me like it was the stupidest thing I could have ever done. From there my awareness was expanded and I saw that we were in a trench in the middle of an active battlefield. And Jesus was the only one left fighting for the world. There was no church.
When I was a child I dreamed I was in a classroom with other children, all of us wearing white clothes. The teacher taught us about a curcular diagram with symbols. At recess we children went to the lobby and found ourselves several floors up looking down at the first floor. I saw my school nurse at that time. She was my school nurse for only one year. That is how I know what year this dream took place.
As the dream was about to end the teacher drove me back home. As we crossed the railroad tracks that lead to my small town, I asked him if he was Jesus. I was not overtly Christian as a child but loosely believed in it as any child did who grew up with Christmas and Easter celebrations…
He wouldn’t answer. He simply asked me in return, who do you think I am?
In college I dreamed of men in black suits (twice, and they came in pairs like Mormon missionaries going door to door, but they did not identify as such** just added) they did identify as preachers.
One accused me of a sin and told me I needed to speak with his associate. He took me back to his aasociate who was sitting on a tree stump in the woods. When he opened his mouth, it was like the wind had suddenly stirredwildly alive and I felt like he was tryinflg to devour me, inhale me.
In the second dream, I was in a house and it was night. I was warned by someone I don’t remember not to go outside, that it was dangerous. I looked out the window and saw these two men in black suits walking around buildings with a huge camera strapped around the neck. In many of these dreams I often had someone pulling me away or redirecting my attention. And I often did not see who they were.
I also dreamed of a man who stood with me near the edge of a cliff high up in the air at night. He was playing with balls of light, stars in fact, holding them in his palm and releasing them to dance in the night sky. He told me that I was not a star. Then he told me other things. And I woke up (I was one of the few students left in our dorm at the start of Thanksgiving break, about to pack and go home that morning…)
I also dreamed of spiders twice in college, and one hallucination after a night of no sleep trying to get a project done. It disappeared as I tried to kill it. It was crawling on the ceiling above me after I laid down to sleep around noon after a class. I don’t typically see things that aren’t there. And I was sleep deprived a lot as a teen and college student.
In the first spider dream-
I saw a man in a suit. It might have been a black suit. He was greeting a small crowd or telling them goodbye. I was watching from the side of an actual church that exists where I grew up, just up the road. I was watching him and he feaked me out. He turned his head and looked at me and I ducked behind the wall of the church.
In the next part of the dream I was chasing a giant white spider the size of a dog. It ran from me and jumped into a small pond.
In the final part of the dream, the man in the suit confronted me. He said, you call yourself a Christian and yet you judge me. Then as we were talking, the spider reappeared and crawled between us. The man picked up his walking stick and killed it.
That dream happened my Freahman year the night after a student retreat at a Pentecostal recreation center/dormitory. The night before at the dormitory I dreamed of a series of rejections by various people around me. I woke up crying, waking my roommate. He asked me if I was okay.
In 2008 I think it was… i dreamed of a man in a black suit for the last time. He was sitting behind a big desk in am office space. I was sitting in a chair in front of him. He told me the world was going to end in a week.
I was visiting a friend in Louisville at that time. I was suppose to head back the day the world would end so just to be safe I chose to stay an extra week.
Friday came and went, Nothing happened. But exactly one week later to the morning we had an earthquake that could be felt across Illiinois, Indiana, and Kentucky.
For me, 9/11 kicked off the weirdest moments in all of this. I am not going to go into detail about what happened. But that year a number of my dream symbols were referenced in real life around me.
9/11 in itself felt unreal. I found out during a convocation that it was happening. Our University Preaident was giving a speech about hope in darkest hours, telling us it would all be okay. He never said what was happening. I think I walked in late. I found out an hour later after a whole speech. They were televising the news coverage in the student lounge.
Over the next weeks
First- my theologian professor was asked if he thought someone would catch Osama bin Laden. He turned toward me and said, the man is like a spider, then he turned away and said like a cockroach.
A week later Bruce, a handicapped man running the cash regester at the cafeteria told me he thought of me this week. He said, the military is going to put a turbin on your head and send you after that guy. I said, why would you say that a bit startled. He said because of my long beard.
That Thanksgiving was when I dreamed about. The cliff and the stars.
And that following summer a tv show about a psychic, a man in a suit with a walking cane, had an episode where he is contracted by the American government to go find Osama bin Laden alonf with other psychics. They just miss him. A woman gives him a tarot reading and pulls a card with a star and says his time to shine is coming.
But they could just be dreams. Randomness. Obviously I wasn’t in seal team six.
Also nothing much has happened since then. So… I ate a lot of bad pizza that year?
