Well this was a difficult dream to experience and it’s a truly emotional one to record and publish.
I dreamed I was with my ex husband and we were back together, which is not likely as we are happily divorced and he has a new life with his new family, but anyway in the dream we were together again. There was actually quite a lot going on in this dream before the bit I’m recording but most of it faded quickly and I don’t think it was too important. I remember at one point there was a book signing event and some very strange scenes with giant insects. Anyway – at the end of the dream we were in a car and it was early evening and the stars were all out, it was a beautiful clear night and as I stepped out of the car I was admiring how bright and full the canopy of stars was when suddenly one star got brighter and then turned into a dove, which flew down to Earth in my sight, and then all the stars, one by one, started to just blink out of existence. I was standing half in and half out of the car, so I leaped out of the car and ran with my ex husband into where my parents were and everyone started panicking and I started screaming at everyone, “It’s happening – Jesus is coming!” and my ex husband was saying in a stunned voice “Can you pray with me?” and my Mum looked really panicked and scared and started shouting at me – “Why didn’t you tell me he was real and really going to come?” I said: “I did!” Choking back tears and my Dad was saying quietly, “What do we do?”
So by this time I’m really scared for everyone who doesn’t know Jesus and doesn’t know about him and I start shouting: “You need to call out to him NOW! Quickly – call out to Jesus and tell him you believe in him, confess your sins to him, tell him how sorry you are, thank him for dying on the cross for your sins and ask him to save you now!”
And they all just stood there staring at me, and I’m panicking as all the stars are continuing to disappear. Then suddenly, quite bizarrely, as the last stars blink out, instead of going dark it becomes really, very bright, brighter by far than the day and I start praying FOR them and demanding: “Pray WITH me!” But one lady starts scoffing and telling my Mother lies about Jesus and I’m weeping and trying to pray really loud to drown her out. And then my Mother turns into a little girl as she tries to pray but doesn’t understand and they don’t KNOW Jesus and say weird and terrible things about him, even though they are trying to pray – they are praying for the wrong reasons and they don’t know what they are saying and aren’t really believing the truth of the situation they are in. I start really, really praying and asking God to please forgive them because they don’t understand and they just don’t realize what they are saying and then I wake up really weeping into my pillow.
I can still feel the absolute awe of what was happening – everyone was amazed and terrified at what was happening. One part of me was silently praising Jesus for his return but my heart was just breaking and my fear was for my family not knowing Jesus and not understanding what was about to happen. I’m still literally in shock about this dream, I was shaking for ages after woulds. The emotions of this dream were the hardest I have ever endured. I don’t know how my family would take this dream if they read this and that’s hard too.
Just felt like sharing what a wonderful day I had today with my church family. Fantastic message about restoring calm by the Pastor and also a heart warming message from his wife about how she was stirred by a book she is reading. I really felt God working in me and the rest of the church today. House of prayer this evening – WONDERFUL – God Bless everyone at New Hope Baptist Church – I love you all – fellowship with you guys is like going home for a party every week. Thank you God for new and old friends alike. Worshipping you with my friends is such a beautiful blessing. Thank you Jesus.
OK, so I’m trying to keep last night’s dream in the fore of my memory as I write, it’s a strange one! And I’ve been up and to the toilet etc. and already it’s fading so I’m clinging to what I can focus on.
I know at some point there was some kind of thing with a school bus or a boat full of a class full of kids. I’m not sure whether it was a bus fallen into a river and going over a water fall or it was some kind of boat – in my gut it was a school bus, because as they went over the water fall, the kids all quite calmly moved to the top end of the bus.
But then it changed, the dream, and it was about a boy – although at some point before that I think I was on a bus trying to find my way to Fairfield Halls in Croydon but then it changed to this boy going to this other place that became the point of the dream. And I can’t quite work it out but to say that I think it was some kind of memorial to the Twin Towers and that possibly it is either supposed to be in Heaven or a parallel universe or something, because it was so strange but so real at the same time. It was like two stairways going up – almost like a step pyramid but it wasn’t a pyramid – more like towers themselves, and these towers were joined together in the middle by a man made waterfall feature, is the only way I can describe it. So you had staircases and then this flowing water down the middle, at a very slight angle like a waterfall, slide thing (not completely vertical.) And I’m not sure but I think some people were allowed to climb up the staircases and then slide down the water into the river or whatever was at the bottom. I’m not sure why they were doing this – I’m not sure if it was in honour of loved ones or it was the souls of the dead themselves – it was strange.
There was this boy who was either looking for his friend or his friend’s parents, but he certainly came across his friend’s parents at this place and I think they were here to remember their lost son or find him, I’m not sure, but they said he had been lost in this bus and the boy said “no” he hadn’t been lost because he had been with him on that day and they had gone over the waterfall together. Somehow he gave them proof of this in some kind of recording or something. He said he was going up the tower and into the water for his friend and the parents wouldn’t let him do that. There were men standing at the bottom of each staircase, guarding it, and you were allowed to give them some kind of token, (and he gave them what looked like a drone model, like a flying seed or Davinci’s helicopter or something) and the man would go up the staircase and put it in the water to represent the person I think, anyway that’s when it got even more confusing. I felt that the boy and his friend’s parents went into the water and came up in this little pool – like a gateway to somewhere else. They had this recording of the boys’ last moments together and then wished them luck finding him. There was a whole load of parents looking for answers and leads as to what happened to their children, they were meeting up in like a meeting room built around this pool on a hill – and that’s all I can remember. Although I do remember that the memorial tower, was in what looked like a city and you could go into the building and up a glass elevator at the entrance, to the top – but it was only for some people. I remember walking in there and looking around this hollow foyer that went up the middle of the tower but it looked like a big important building with lots going on, lots of people milling around.
So there you are, my strange dream of last night or rather this morning.
Absolutely apalling. Also if you are just a self-published author who only has close friends and family buying your book at the start – how is it fair, if they can’t post reviews for you? I’m shocked! So if I am an author and I buy a book and like it – I can’t review it just because I’m an author and I might happen to know the author of the book I just read? That’s stupid! Just because you are a teacher, doesn’t mean you know all teachers on the planet or if you are a nurse you know all nurses etc. Utter abuse of power!!!
A couple of weeks ago I read the third installment of a series I really loved. I will refrain from sharing the name of the novel and its author.
Like any reader, as soon as I finished reading, I wrote my review. When I tried posting it on Amazon (I did buy the eBook, just like any normal and decent human being would), I received a rather concerning email.
I will not share the screenshot of the email as it does contain the title of the book and name of the author. In its place I have copied the body of the email below.
Dear Amazon Customer,
Thanks for submitting a customer review on Amazon. Your review could not be posted to the website in its current form. While we appreciate your time and comments, reviews must adhere to the following guidelines: http://www.amazon.com/review-guidelines
Have you ever noticed how babies and toddlers seem to love books but when you try to read to them they have such a short attention span that you can never finish even the shortest of stories? They seem to love the bright, colourful pictures and the sound of your voice (and their own), especially when you are reading in rhyme, but they don’t seem to be very interested in the story. They soon decide to either eat the book or wriggle off your lap to explore something else in their immediate vicinity. So is children’s literature relevant for babies and can they actually learn anything useful during story-time?
Firstly, what is baby-talk? Baby-talk is sometimes referred to as motherese (a term coined by Elissa Newport in her studies in the 1970s), which so as not to exclude fathers began to be referred to as fatherese, parentese or caregiver language. …
Right now I feel like I am having to fight for my right to call myself a Christian. I feel God speaking to me recently through my interactions with others, so I am sharing. Some people both Christians AND non Christians may not like it, but to be honest I don’t care. I am trying to get on with my own spiritual journey and I have had trouble over the years BELIEVE me trying to justify to MYSELF why I would want to be called a Christian; and so whilst I have been trying to explain my point of view to other people just lately – I feel it has just been God speaking to ME. Why should I label myself a Christian? This is what I have to say…
I think you are just focusing on that word far too much, you are worrying about it, obsessing over it. yes it is a label, it is a NAME – but it is just a word to describe the body of Christ – his people and – how you see yourself. You ARE you and God made you YOU, the individual. He gave you an individual fingerprint and an individual personality and he stamped HIS LOVE for YOU, your individuality on your heart. He died for YOU. And he wants YOU to come to him “just as you are” – as YOU are – he doesn’t want a carbon copy “Christian” He wants YOU with all your individual quirks and lovely self – but he wants you also to be a part of HIS “body” which is his people, his church – his “CHRISTIAN” people – a label WE give for the BODY AND BRIDE of CHRIST that sets us apart as his most special, beautiful people that he has called INDIVIDUALLY through each of our hearts. We need to have a name to link us to God and what better name than that of the one who gave his life so that you might live forever! I am pouring all of this out of my heart and I feel like it is God writing this right now. I feel maybe he would be afraid that you are missing the point! The point is Jesus. We are not Jews, we are not Muslims, we are not Buddhists, we are not New-~Age crystal worshippers – we might understand about where some of this stuff is coming from but we can see it as being a part of the stuff that goes on in the physical world that God says – yes it’s all real, it’s all valid as in symbolic for certain things but don’t worship it – worship me through my son who I have given for YOU so that you will know how special YOU are to me. We are not all those other groups – those labels – we are CHRISTIANS because we are in CHRIST we are re-born in his image. I can’t keep going round and round trying to make you see through my eyes – I want that label – I WANT to be a Christian; I don’t want to be a Jew like my Mum’s family, I don’t want to be a Buddhist BUT I understand where my Mum is coming from because the old ways LED to the new ways, the NEW testament – that Jesus is the way, the truth, the LIFE. I understand the ways of Buddha and I think Jesus did too; so I meditate as I have always done, but now I meditate with scripture in my heart so that I can close my eyes and meet God in that quiet place, really go inside myself and come into his presence. I understand about the UFO and alien culture and I follow what’s going on there because I believe it is leading to the end days and they are part of the angelic battle – but I don’t worship them, I worship Jesus for saving us from the devil’s plan! To lead us away from God! So I call myself a Christian – a name Jesus would not have called himself – he was a Jew but he said the old ways were DEAD which is why he had to die, to bring us a new way THROUGH HIM and yes we probably could have labelled that Jesus movement in any way – but WE – his church, his BODY labelled it after his name so that we would always remember that through CHRIST EVERYTHING is possible and only through him can we live FOREVER! If you don’t believe that then I’m just spitting words into your face and not into your heart and I can do no more to say how I feel about it. This is how I feel and how I feel GOD is talking to me and through me for YOU. But if you don’t want to label yourself as Christian that is STILL YOUR choice – nobody is going to hate you for it – I love you, God loves you, stop worrying about a LABEL a WORD and get on with getting to know HIM.