I mostly lurk here, but I dreamed a few years ago that I wound up at some sort of construction zone but nobody noticed me or told me to leave. I walked up to a board fence, used to cover up what was going on inside and looked through a hole. I saw Washington, DC... only it wasn't "real". It was like a life-size diorama. There were tiny, black ant-like creatures rushing around busily. Suddenly, they all stopped and looked toward me. Then, when they all began screaming and running, I realized that they weren't looking at me, but up in the air behind me. I turned and looked up and the sky was filled with silent, huge red balloons, all moving swiftly and quietly past me and over the fence into "Washington". The creatures tried to shoot them down and throw things at them but they finally threw down their weapons and tried to hide under things. As I began to wake up, I heard Nena's 1983 song "99 Luft Ballons". I got out of bed, and looked up the English lyrics to the song: 99 Red Balloons
A few nights later, I was watching a Trump rally and suddenly, looking at the vast sea of red hats, I thought that the red balloons must be MAGA.
So.... yeah, I dreamed something. Guess I wouldn't call it a "Christian" dream, but I'm a Christian and I dream things. That's as close as I can get.
I have dreams that vivid too. It's amazing. There's always a message, even if it's just a subtle one from your subconscious to your conscious. Love hearing about dreams. Thanks for sharing!
High dream activity lately. Abstract and symbolic, though. But the prophets I've followed have amped their intensity big-time. Barry Wunsch, Julie Green, Timothy Dixon.
God fearing man here. I had two dreams Id like to share. One was ten years ago, I dreamt I was next to a highway underpass in a city. The city was destroyed turned to rubble, I was alone and looked up and saw a cloud of tiny black dots, the dots spoke to me and said don't be afraid were here to help, then I woke up. For years i thought the dream was literal but I now understand it was a metaphor. I now live next to a highway underpass in the city, and I recognize the scene outside my window as the same place in my dream. I believe the dream was a metaphor for the pandemic, how my world was destroyed and I now stand alone. The second dream was the night before President Trump was inaugurated. I dreamt that I was suddenly transported to the oval office. President Trump sat at the desk and behind him was a holy light that pierced my soul and immediately brought me to my knees and tears to my eyes. I didn't know what to say I was in pure awe just staring and Trump said "well?" with a grin on his face. I blurted out a thank you to Trump for standing up for our country and immediately woke up. I swear to God I dreamt those things and will die happy clinging to the memory of that light I saw. For anyone curious a painting was made of Trump and Jesus in the oval office, that painting is identical to how I dreamed, except that I did not physically see Jesus there, I only saw a holy light that blinded me. In my mind the light behind Trump signified that God has chosen him, and I was graced with a glimpse of that truth that night. God bless anyone who read this and I pray God graces your dreams with glimpses of his perfect truth.
I mostly lurk here, but I dreamed a few years ago that I wound up at some sort of construction zone but nobody noticed me or told me to leave. I walked up to a board fence, used to cover up what was going on inside and looked through a hole. I saw Washington, DC... only it wasn't "real". It was like a life-size diorama. There were tiny, black ant-like creatures rushing around busily. Suddenly, they all stopped and looked toward me. Then, when they all began screaming and running, I realized that they weren't looking at me, but up in the air behind me. I turned and looked up and the sky was filled with silent, huge red balloons, all moving swiftly and quietly past me and over the fence into "Washington". The creatures tried to shoot them down and throw things at them but they finally threw down their weapons and tried to hide under things. As I began to wake up, I heard Nena's 1983 song "99 Luft Ballons". I got out of bed, and looked up the English lyrics to the song: 99 Red Balloons
A few nights later, I was watching a Trump rally and suddenly, looking at the vast sea of red hats, I thought that the red balloons must be MAGA.
So.... yeah, I dreamed something. Guess I wouldn't call it a "Christian" dream, but I'm a Christian and I dream things. That's as close as I can get.
I have dreams that vivid too. It's amazing. There's always a message, even if it's just a subtle one from your subconscious to your conscious. Love hearing about dreams. Thanks for sharing!
High dream activity lately. Abstract and symbolic, though. But the prophets I've followed have amped their intensity big-time. Barry Wunsch, Julie Green, Timothy Dixon.
Literally woke up from a dream to write this and couldn’t fall asleep until I typed it out. This was 2 days ago.
https://greatawakening.win/p/16ZDvIa620/my-hope-for-trumps-nov-15th-spee/
This was a good thread.
I have been waking with a start multiple times the past few nights.
God fearing man here. I had two dreams Id like to share. One was ten years ago, I dreamt I was next to a highway underpass in a city. The city was destroyed turned to rubble, I was alone and looked up and saw a cloud of tiny black dots, the dots spoke to me and said don't be afraid were here to help, then I woke up. For years i thought the dream was literal but I now understand it was a metaphor. I now live next to a highway underpass in the city, and I recognize the scene outside my window as the same place in my dream. I believe the dream was a metaphor for the pandemic, how my world was destroyed and I now stand alone. The second dream was the night before President Trump was inaugurated. I dreamt that I was suddenly transported to the oval office. President Trump sat at the desk and behind him was a holy light that pierced my soul and immediately brought me to my knees and tears to my eyes. I didn't know what to say I was in pure awe just staring and Trump said "well?" with a grin on his face. I blurted out a thank you to Trump for standing up for our country and immediately woke up. I swear to God I dreamt those things and will die happy clinging to the memory of that light I saw. For anyone curious a painting was made of Trump and Jesus in the oval office, that painting is identical to how I dreamed, except that I did not physically see Jesus there, I only saw a holy light that blinded me. In my mind the light behind Trump signified that God has chosen him, and I was graced with a glimpse of that truth that night. God bless anyone who read this and I pray God graces your dreams with glimpses of his perfect truth.
I have tons. And I feel strengthened by them daily. Just can't remember any details.