I’m sharing this dream I had seven years ago, because the Lord said there were some people who needed it. It was a rather surreal and supernatural dream, in which it seemed so real like it was really happening at the time. There are some pretty profound implications in it, but I’ll let you find them for yourself. [I wanted to remove the personal dialogues and parts of the dream, but God told me to leave them in because they apply to others as well.] I pray you encounter God as He leads you here and in your life.

Sunday, March 18, 2012 DREAM

I was in a house, around a large oval dining table, set for about sixteen people maybe.  The house was of dark, rich woods (cherry, mahogany, walnut…) and dark, bold colors.  There were no visible electronics in the house, though I knew them (the homeowners) to have a computer. 

It began with women coming in (via the front door) and assembling around the dining table.  We stood behind our chairs.  After it seemed all of the women had entered, the head of the table (also the owner of the house, I knew to be “Deborah”) – spoke to a woman near the end of the table (and closest to the front door) and instructed her to shut the front door so we would not be “interrupted”.  As the door was shut, it felt like a “sealing” had been done on our meeting.

Deborah then spoke and said something to the effect of she had been speaking with (my husband) shortly before the meeting and they were in agreement that some things needed to be handled that were important.  She had us sit down.  She then turned to me and began speaking to me.  She told me (in essence) that what I do and am doing matters.  She said it changes lives.  She gave examples and illustrations.  I was surprised by her sharing and uncomfortable.  I was the youngest woman there by 10-15 years.  They were clearly many years older than I and more experienced.  I wish I could recall what she said, but it was kind of a praise of who I am and what I do, stating intensely at one point that it changes many lives.  I was humbled and uncomfortable.

She then instructed us to open our gift bags.  We had each been given these eclectic cloth gift bags, none alike, but all similar.  I dumped mine out and it held unique jewels and precious stones of varying shapes, colors and sizes.  There were other things in the bags but I can’t remember them. 

The meeting seemed to commence.  It was a solemn atmosphere – serious and somber.  Every word spoken was dripping with wisdom and purpose.  There were no mindless, needless words spoken.  No one interrupted anyone. 

At one point another woman spoke.  She seemed to address Deborah.  It seemed she was commending her.  But again – it was not flattery – every word spoken had purpose and meaning.  At one point this woman commented about getting Deborah a shower curtain.  (She had been commending her about how tirelessly she worked and made mention of the fruit of her children.)  At the mention of giving her a shower curtain, Deborah quickly spoke.  She asked, “Do you know what I have to do to get a shower curtain?  I can’t just go to the store and buy one.”  (Deborah never spoke in a patronizing or condescending way, nor with any hint of arrogance or superiority.)

I was then able to understand that Deborah and her husband diligently sought out the roots of all things – and if an origin or root was not pure or good, they did not allow it in their lives.

I had noticed there were no electronics in their house.  No phones, no TVs, no stereos, no computer.  Yet I also knew they had a computer because I knew Deborah and I communicated through it.

After this I went into the living room.  I went up the stairs at the end of the room – I assume to go where Deborah’s husband and (my husband) were.  Only the stairs stopped – with no way to get to the actual second floor, which was kind of like a loft in a U-shape on the opposite side of the room from the stairs.  I stood at the top of these stairs and looked over at the loft where the man sat; I just couldn’t get over there.  The man and I talked for a bit; then I went back downstairs. 

One of the other women came up and started talking with me.  She asked me if I remember her prophesying over me many years ago.  I did not.  She said some of the things that were said and I started to vaguely remember – then either she or I said, “It was at Deb’s (a literal friend of mine) house!”

Then I was standing in the living room and the man came downstairs to talk to me.  If others were still there, I was unaware of them.  He began to speak to me and whatever he said was full of profound knowledge and understanding, dripping with wisdom.  As he spoke, I came to understand that these people were people who did nothing carelessly.  Everything in their lives had a purpose and a use – even if just for pleasure – but was selected carefully and with circumspect.  I knew that the stairs that led to the second floor but ended without connecting to it, had some sort of secret release that ejected a catwalk to the loft.  The man explained how they had learned to remove any and everything from their lives that kept, prevented or distracted them from purpose – ultimately God’s purposes.  Then he asked me, “Do you have anything like that in your life?”

I stood there listening to him, grieved by my own failures.  I started crying when he asked that and said, “I’m tired of the computer, and the phones, and the TV….”  I may have said more but I can’t recall.

He then began to speak to me about purpose – and also my purpose.  He spoke about world and current events, the judgments of God, the deceptions of this world, etc.  I listened intently, trying to absorb all the wisdom and knowledge.  Then he began asking me questions….

In this house, this atmosphere, there were no empty or useless words spoken.  It was like it was impossible to speak frivolously or carelessly.  A lie or half-truth could not be uttered, nor could one even stumble around with words, fumbling to find the “right” words.  So when he asked me questions, I was either simply responding with the necessary words – or silent.  And in this period of questions, he began to ask me some that were like, “Why do you do ….?”  Or “Why do you think….?”  I remember at one point berating myself at a question of why I do something, and thinking, “Why do I do that??  You would think I would have thought that out better before now!”  I don’t remember if I answered those questions or remained silent.

Then the man asked me, “Do you think it’s important the people know?”  I remember pausing and then being sure of my answer.  I replied, “Yes!  I do think it’s important they know!”  The man almost half-smiled, then responded, “You’re right.  It IS important the people know.”  He went on to explain that, more with part of the why (it’s important), and also said something about an earthquake.

I remember what felt like the last thing the man spoke to me.  He said, “Remember this, (and he called me by name), your rejection from the world and man is your advancement in the kingdom of God.”

The last thing I remember was sitting in the living room facing the wall and open doorway that opened into the dining room.  On the wall on both ends of the doorway were two amazing unique pictures of vivid color.  At immediate glance, the texture appeared as sequins or maybe similar to a cut glass mosaic.  The man asked someone to turn the lights down low and as they were dimming, the colors and the pictures themselves seemed to glow bright, almost coming alive.

I did not want to wake up from this “dream”.  The man in the dream seemed small, with short, curly hair, dark brown and gray, with a full beard and moustache.  Deborah had dark brown hair, curly (medium curls) with a long, slender face.  The environment was serious.

I tried to stay asleep because I didn’t want to “leave” this place, but I felt I was being drawn to wake up.  I could hear the birds singing and the chickens clucking.  Afterwards, these two scriptures were given to me and I knew they were pertaining to the dream:

Ezekiel 22:2, “Son of man, are you ready to judge?  Are you ready to judge the blood-stained city?  Confront her with all her loathsome practices!”

Mark 11:17, “And He taught them and said, ‘Does not Scripture say:  My house shall be called a house of prayer for all peoples?  But you have turned it into a bandit of thieves.’”

Today’s (March 18) Oswald Chambers entry is the perfect accompaniment:

2 Cor 7:1  “Perfecting holiness in the fear of God.”

“Having therefore these promises…”  I claim the fulfillment of God’s promises, and rightly, but that is only the human side; the Divine side is that through the promises I recognize God’s claim on me.  For instance, am I realizing that my body is the temple of the Holy Ghost, or have I a habit of body that plainly will not bear the light of God on it?  By sanctification the Son of God is formed in me, then I have to transform my natural life into a spiritual life by obedience to Him.  God educates us down to the scruple.  When He begins to check, do not confer with flesh and blood, cleanse yourself at once.  Keep yourself cleansed in your daily walk.

I have to cleanse myself from all filthiness of the flesh and spirit until both are in accord with the nature of God.  Is the mind of my spirit in perfect agreement with the life of the Son of God in me, or am I insubordinate in intellect?  Am I forming the mind of Christ, who never spoke from His right to Himself, but maintained an inner watchfulness whereby He continually submitted His spirit to His Father?  I have the responsibility of keeping my spirit in agreement with His spirit, and by degrees Jesus lifts me up to where He lived – in perfect consecration to His Father’s will, paying no attention to any other thing.  Am I perfecting this type of holiness in the fear of God?  Is God getting His way with me and are other people beginning to see God in my life more and more?

Be serious with God and leave the rest gaily alone. Put God first literally.