Weird dream

I had a very strange dream too. I am losing some of it now but it basically involved a bunch of work I needed to do for God in a bit of an end of the world scenario too. I finished all my work and then I laid down in a bed and shut my eyes because I knew that now that my duties were complete it was time for God to take me home. As I waited to die I had this wonderful feeling come over me as I peacefully laid there and then I woke up.

 

wow to both dreams!!

 

"Quis ut Deus" -- FWIW, the Trans-Pacific Partnership finished negotiations early this morning (the 5th) in Atlanta, Georgia. Then again, the button could be some other decision by person or persons unknown to us.

 

Wow! I had a weird dream last night too. It was weird because I went off to sleep meditating on the Annunciation very peacefully and then had this rather frightening dream. In the dream there was a huge ugly tentacled monster whose tentacles were reaching every where. The tentacles had sharp points and even scorpion ends coming out of them everywhere. They were impossible to avoid and we had to get into a school-hospital to be safe. I made it into the school-hospital but the tentacles were thrashing in all the hallways and if you touched them you died. Someone took my arm and took me into a room which was safe and told me the only safe place was in the inner rooms.

 

How wonderful to go to sleep dreaming about the Annunciation. This would annoy the devil a lot, as it would delight the angels.

Our sleep can be a great play ground for demons.

 

OOO, so the dream could have just come from ol hairy legs

 

Yes, but take it as a compliment. That's what my Spiritual Director used to say to me when the demon showed his hand.

Take it as a compliment and whatever you're doing keep doing it.

 

The Annunciation is all about the Fiat. I am sure the tentacles of evil are reaching into every aspect of our lives in this time of darkness. The Fiat takes you into the safety of the inner room, the Immaculate Heart of Mary and the Divine Will.

 

I posted this on Julie Whedbee's thread, but it belongs on the one as well, since it originates from a dream she just had as follows:

Wednesday, October 7, 2015
PROPHETIC DREAM OF THE BRIDE BEING RESURRECTED/TRANSFORMED
This dream was given in the early morning of October 5, 2015.

I dreamed I was in a place that resembled an airport. An underground center of sorts had been built, and inside were shops and supplies of all kinds, businesses and a thriving community. I found myself above this place, interestingly enough, in a place that reminded me of the gates at airports many years ago when I traveled more. It was a long row of window boxes where you could sit and watch the planes come and go. This particular row of 'boxes' though was not protected, it was completely open to the outside, and it faced what looked like a runway of sorts, although in the dream I did not see any aircraft.

In the spirit, I knew danger was fast approaching, as my spirit was suddenly told to prepare, that evil was fast approaching and massive fire was approaching. I ran downstairs to warn people to get out, that underground would not be safe, as I spiritually saw this fire consuming everyone and everything, not only above the ground, but underground as well. No one would listen, they all seemed to think life would go on as normal and they would be okay. I quickly left there, realizing there wasn't anything I could do. I saw many people more focused on items they thought were of value, not wanting to leave what they felt would be worth money in some way.

As I was crouched in these windows without protection, I saw people running from all over to find a spot in these boxes of some type, trying to find protection from 'what was coming'. Panic was all around me. I was tucked into one of these places, wondering what I should do, when a hawk suddenly flew in and landed on my lap. He sat there for a moment, and I was completely astounded. He had come out of nowhere, and I couldn't believe he was now sitting on my lap. He was warm and soft, and so beautiful, I had my hand on his chest and I could feel his heart beating. I felt so privileged to be holding him. All of a sudden though, he died as I was holding him, and I felt devastated. I didn't understand why this had happened. He laid there in my arms for a moment, then miraculously, he resurrected into a massive winged bird that resembled a gorgeous multi-faceted creature, sparkling with jewels, and with an incredible amount of power and authority. He then flew up off my lap, into the air, heading south. I watched as he met, head on, a fierce and dark cloud of winged demonic creatures that were coming at all of us for war. There number was many.. I understood in the spirit that the hawk was the victor, and he had already won the battle although it must still be played out in the physical.

End of dream.
Job 39:26King James Version (KJV)
26 Doth the hawk fly by thy wisdom, and stretch her wings toward the south?
Interpretation of dream from Father:

My daughter, many have been the warnings of the darkness, of the great and terrible evil that is upon you. It is no surprise that no one wants to listen to the messages from My prophets and My watchmen, that the multitudes feel that life as normal will remain. I tell you this, a dark and powerful wind has arisen and the fire of judgement both physical and spiritual have arrived. There are only a few of My chosen remnant who truly understand the depths of this evil and what it has brought. There is no more time. It is already here, and events will increase with intensity and severity before your very eyes, and the force in which this evil perpetuates will shock even the closest to Me. Fear not however My little ones, as you are safely tucked under My wing, the victory having already been won.
The hawk My daughter represents My Spirit within you, the Spirit of power and boldness, authority and Kingship. My manifested sons and daughters are now awakened to who they are in Me, and have been resurrected from the soul-life, to a new and glorious eternal spirit-life with Me. I am divine wisdom and protection, and you are birthed into this new life through the trial, tribulations, and persecutions you endure. It is time for My Bride, My first-fruits remnant to join Us in the greatest spiritual battle of all time. You have seen what is upon you in the spirit, and many of you are experiencing this first-hand in your lives. Remember the Kingdom perspective always! Rise up like the hawk, with My power and authority coursing through every pore and every cell, knowing that the evil coming against you is formidable, but also recognizing that the victory is Ours. The battle is truly won! You are being transformed in Me, from death to life, from mortal to immortal.
**THIS IS YOUR RESURRECTION**
Rise My precious ones, rise to the calling I have purposed for your lives. Soar with Me, as We vanquish evil and establish dominion on this earth for the world to witness.
IT IS TIME...
YAHUSHUA

 

I woke up with a weird dream. I was in a small storage room behind a building with square-shaped posts. There was something evil in the building yet there's something very important to it, too. My cousin (she works in the Middle East as a journalist) came to my room for a drink, I told her I have some spare in the closet which I had opened earlier. The closet should have been full of other stuff but when we opened it was well organized with just two bottles of drinks. But then strangely as I was grabbing out the bottles there were paper skeletons hanging from the top of the closet and there were a mess of glasses inside bags that got broken. I think I saw my deceased father who kind of gave me a warning, i could not remember. Then the conversation led to the building that is unsustainable or about to be ruined, and there's an old white-haired person with a guitar that plays evil music. The music must be played for every square post so that the boxwood plant adjacent to the post could be watered. Three post got watered. An evil music for barely enough water for the plant to survive and it seemed like for the post to remain standing for the building. The water that came out was like muddy brown.

I tried to search for pictures that resemble the building/castle. I think there's something about the BOX/Square edges. I remember the building in Washington DC. One buidling came close. Hey, but then again...it was just a dream.

 

Which building in DC came close?

 

FBI

 

Hi Muzhik, I searched again. The three boxlike came closest to the US Capitol. Which I didn't think because of the dome. There was no dome in my dream. The SQUARE PILLARS in my dream are huge with designs near the top. I thought the FBI building fits because it has the squares, but in my dream there were 3, FBI only has 2 and not have the designs.

In short, it is still weird and I haven't really found a good match.

I find it significant to see the perspective of allowing the EVIL music to be the source of water for life of the plants. It is sad to think that to survive, one will have to dance with evil which is what our society is currently bombarded so I pray that my dream is just a weird dream...that NO HUGE PILLARS WILL TAKE THE WATER FROM EVIL SOURCE.

 

I hav

e seen similiar things in the run up to the Warning/Illumination of conscience.

 

At the start everyone is going about theiur buisness. But I start to feel drawn to the sky. It grows as if day is night and night; day. I ams urprised that more people are not noticing but contiuing to go about their ordinary buisness. But gradually a hush and a great silence falls over the face of the Earth. I notice as you did showers of stars falling , but it is as though the heavens call us all to listen a huge sens eof hush of expectation. In the backgorund I notice many people screaming and as though trying to hide themselves.

From one part of the heavens I feel angels coming forth and behinnd them the Mother of God. A 'Great Sign in the Heaven's, Clothed with the Sun and with the Moon under her feet. But from further back in the heavens I feel the Gates of Heaven open and the SOn of Man Coming Forth. To a mini Judgemnt on the CHildren of MEn.

It Ends there.

 

Did you have this dream recently Padraig.

 

Dreams are so funny Julia. Often they remind me of looking through the little window in a washing machine. They seem so weird and pointless .

Nowadays we understand that if we do not dream we would die. Scientists talk of dreams as if it were a computer to recheck and clear itself. We notice this in people who stay awake for too long they begin to experience waking dreams or visions.

Visions and dream (and yes in a way a vision is very lke a waking dream) are at the very centre of Scripture, they are everywhere. They are everywhere too in the lives of the saints , in the lived history of the Church. So I do not disregard them as the random firing of synapses, I have found if you give them time distance and experience generally you can discern something of value in intepreting them all.

I have found that very often taking a sleep out of sync, for instance in the afternoon I dream more. You were asking about a recent dream, well I have just woken up to a very vivid one. It is the afternoon and I am off work with a heavy cold and had taken tablets and fallen asleep.

I dreamt I was in a Redemptorist Reigious House/Smeinary. It was very old and pokey the kind of place I love. But although very big I thin I only saw two or three people the whole time I was there. I dreamt I was there for test and selection as a candidate for the priesthood , but I seemed to speand most of my time in an old ,very beautiful Redemptorist Church which I kept going out and in off from time to time to pray,the last time for a long time.

Going in and from the Church I passed through a little Reception area where there sat an old Redmeptrist lay brother who more nor less invited me for a chat. However each timeI passed him I dissappointed him by saying I had a lot to do.

The last time I told him I had no time to talk he seemed very crest fallen , but said to me,

'But we'll talk in the furture..'

When I went back to my little room I noticed a plaque over the doorway it stated the name of the a Redmeptorist Beata or Saint who had lived and died in the room were I was staying. ( I did not realise this till I awoke, that that's who it was ,an old Redmeptorist saint/ lay brother who wanted a chat and whom was a saint)

I remember him quite viviidly and am now going to google images to see if I can fnd him...

These things of course may only be the workings of imagination, but I always keep my heart open....