More of the journey - dreams

If the first dream hadn't gotten my attention, the second one certainly would have.  This one took place a couple weeks after the first.  The dream opened at a women's retreat where I saw many pregnant women, which hit me hard emotionally.  I withdrew into another room crying, which really offended one of the organizers.  I felt as if I were being shunned, and the pastor was explaining to the women that I would probably need institutional help.  He offered to drive me home, but I wanted to stay. 

In the next scene of the dream, we were on a bus going by a large church and saw several youth burglarizing it.  We all looked to see if someone was calling for help, and the pastor was phoning it in, explaining that if we didn't get a code we'd be in trouble.  A man on a horse at the corner gave him the code and he unlocked a large box at the corner (potentially filled with weapons).  By this time we were all on foot.

Next to the large box lying in the gutter, I saw a young black man, Gabe, who had been severely wounded.  I was so horrified that he had just been left there to die that I ran over, picked him up, and began rocking him.  My tears were streaming down over him, and I was talking to him about letting Jesus in and heaven.  As I was doing that, I felt a surge of power rush through me continually, as if I were a pipe or conduit.  Many other people came up and shed tears on his pendant, which looked like the stone tiger eye.  The rushing intensified and it was extremely loud.

The scene jumped to a few minutes later, with an empty gutter.  I thought he had died.  But when I got inside, I saw Gabe sitting upright in bed, healthy, and the shock nearly knocked me down.  I ran to him, telling him that he'd essentially been dead, but that God's power had saved him and that I really hadn't done anything on my own.  I was exhorting him to turn his life over to God.  He admitted that he had been involved with Satanic things.  The scene shifted once more to a large assembly at the conference where he was sitting with his girlfriend (who had dyed her hair a bright pink), who was very uncertain of his new direction in life.

At that point I sat up fully awake in bed, and scrambled to find something to write with and my small dream notebook.    As I was frantically scribbling down the dream with a red crayon (all I could find) by the glow of my small booklight, I turned the page to see a large cross formed from bits of the wheat husk.  (The paper in the notebook is made of recycled cloth with little flecks of wheat husk.)

The feeling of having  God's power rushing through me was incredible, and I was awe struck by the fact that it was flowing through my tears, which had been such a source of weakness at the beginning of the dream.

If I had ever had any question about whether God could work through us, it was answered in a powerful way by this dream, which surpassed any that I've EVER had before in my life, and possibly ever will again.

But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.     2 Corinthians 12:9