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Camp Dream 28th Feb

Published February 28, 2016 by Laura Crean Author

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I know it seems I’m only posting dreams at the moment but I have always had such vivid dreams and they have always  been an important part of my subconscious and spiritual life.  Therefore in the absence of time and inspiration for creative writing, sharing my dreams and my spiritual life seems to be the obvious thing to do.

Last night or rather this morning I had a dream that started out like any other dream but ended with a spiritual dimension which made me wonder about the meaning of the whole dream.

I was going on a trip and at first I didn’t know where I was going and actually there was some strange goings on at the beginning with the transport but I can’t remember that part of the dream.

Then eventually after some travelling and some kind of adventure on the way that I can’t remember, I arrived at a camp site.  It was a family camp site and I had children with me – I think they were my children but I’m not entirely sure.  I know there was some trouble putting up the tent, there was some rain which also made it difficult but I think we had a camper van as well to use as a main area.  Also during the setting up period there were 2 tigers roaming the camp site and we had to stay in the camper van at that point.

Then I remember the children waking up really early, actually in the middle of the night – about 1am and they invaded the swimming pool. All the children took over the pool and turned on all these sprays of hot water.  And the water in the pool went weird, like jelly.  But the children were all having a great time together in this pool.

Then the parents tried to get the children out of the pool but they had no control over them so they set up a large tent outside the pool that the children had to go through to get out and then they all sat around in there and organised bible studies while the children were in the pool.  The adults were having a great old time, sitting around drinking tea and chatting and really enjoying studying the bible together.

The parents also took down all their own tents and set up one large tent outside so that when the children went to go back to their own tents they only had this one large tent to go to.

The bible studies the parents were having were all based on books from the bible that don’t exist.  There were quite a few that I don’t remember but the ones I do remember seeing in the contents page and while people were flicking through their bibles were called ‘America’ ‘Judgement and Retribution’ and ‘Titius’.  I remember saying to the people in the meeting that those weren’t real books from the bible.  And a lady said they were and they were all in the back after Revelation.  I said I had never heard of them but I flicked through my bible and there they were.  then just before I woke up I heard one more book being spoken and it was Habakkuk, the only real book out of them.  As I stepped out of the bible studies tent there was an earthquake which I remember thinking was very strange because we don’t get them in the UK.

After I woke up the first thing I did was write down the strange names and one jumped out at me – Titius – because it made me think of Timaeus and Critias (I think that’s how you spell it but I could be wrong).  It seemed  like a Roman name to me and it turned out that there was a Roman politician called Titius.  Anyway I need to go away and think about this dream some more but if anyone wants to comment, offer interpretation or any observations I would be really interested.

 

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Dream of 1st November 2015 – 4.20 AM (ish)

Published November 6, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

We are all Human Beings having an experience – an experience of ‘being’– and we are all free –thinking individuals with the ability to put those thoughts into a symbolic representation through sound – i.e. the spoken word.  And in some countries we are told we have “freedom of speech”.  But in today’s world we are living in an illusion of freedom, because we are not free to speak those thoughts without fear of ridicule, condemnation or persecution…

…Last Saturday night, or rather early Sunday morning I had a dream.  And in that dream a debate was taking place in a public space, and it was being filmed for television.  It was between several scientific leading authorities.  The chair person asked each of them to put forward their point of view – of course – the nature of a debate – and each gave a very eloquent and rather complicated version of their scientific viewpoint on how they experience the universe through their own “scientific” understanding.

I stepped forward and began to articulate my own viewpoint and with my eyes closed I spoke of the love of God, and his love and my consciousness meeting in an inside space not in an outside space.  The chair of the debate threw out my comments and said they were not relevant to the debate.  I said that a debate by its very nature must accept different viewpoints, but how could there be a debate when ALL the viewpoints are from only one perspective – the “scientific” perspective?  There may be many arguments but at the end of the day all the arguments were from the same scientific viewpoint.  I said that I was still a human being having an experience of “being” in the universe.  I am free-thinking and have the ability to articulate those experiences, so why should my thoughts, my experience, my understanding be any less worthy of a debate – just because I haven’t had the same “education” or got the same “degrees” as another person? She said that it was just not how we did things and that my point of view would not be shown on the television.

As I came out of the debate and out of the dream, God spoke to me and said: “Write this down…”

…Humanity is on the brink of an evolution in understanding – an awakening of awareness.  And that awareness is that Space is not just about what science dictates it is – Space is not the Universe, the Universe is more than just space – it is consciousness, it is the love energy of God, it is a gift given to everyone to experience individually but to share together.  And no one person or group of people should dictate to others about how they should experience or share their experience of “being” in the universe, because by putting the universe in a box, they are putting people in a box and that box is like a prison for the mind.  It is time for the mind to be set free…

Dream Blog – The Bear and the Lion

Published October 15, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

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Ok so this dream is a couple of weeks old but I thought I would post it as a little update because it keeps popping into my head. I was in some kind of police station to start with and for some reason I went into the toilet and there were 3 cute bear cubs just playing and then I opened one of the toilet cubicles and there was the mother bear, so of course I ran out of a side entrance and stood at the back door at what now just looked like a school hall.  The other side of which was another glass door.  Suddenly from my vantage point, looking in through the first glass door, seeing across the hall to the other glass door, I could see a lion about to pounce on a man.  I stood there shouting and pounding on the door trying to get the man’s attention, but of course not being able to – and then the lion pounced and completely tore the man to pieces, devouring him.  I was just horrified and suddenly other people there with me were also horrified and we all started trying to predict where  the animals were and running around trying to hide from them.  It appeared then that the setting for the dream was something like a zoo enclosure – or more like a petting zoo.  Sometimes we would hide in trees or just try to shut ourselves in the fenced off areas.  I soon realized that wouldn’t stop the lion if it got too close.

So there you go, one of my more recent dreams.  Maybe if I write them on here they will stop popping into my head every five minutes.

21st October 2015

I thought I would have a look and see what references I could find to a bear and a lion in the bible and this is what I found.  Anybody like to offer any pearls of wisdom in this matter?

But David said to Saul, “Your servant has been keeping his father’s sheep. When a lion or a bear came and carried off a sheep from the flock, (1Samuel 17:34)

Your servant has killed both the lion and the bear; this uncircumcised Philistine will be like one of them, because he has defied the armies of the living God. (1Samuel 17:36)

The Lord who rescued me from the paw of the lion and the paw of the bear will rescue me from the hand of this Philistine.” Saul said to David, “Go, and the Lord be with you.” (1Samuel 17:37)

The cow will feed with the bear, their young will lie down together, and the lion will eat straw like the ox. (Isaiah 11:7)

Like a bear robbed of her cubs, I will attack them and rip them open; like a lion I will devour them— a wild animal will tear them apart. (Hosea 13:8)

It will be as though a man fled from a lion only to meet a bear, as though he entered his house and rested his hand on the wall only to have a snake bite him. (Amos 5:19)

The beast I saw resembled a leopard, but had feet like those of a bear and a mouth like that of a lion. The dragon gave the beast his power and his throne and great authority. (Revelations 13:2)

It all sounds very violent – who is the bear and who is the lion?

I thought the dream might be warning me not to be devoured by the world!

 

Dream Diary – A very personal dream about the 2nd coming of Jesus Christ

Published July 7, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

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.

Dream Diary – waterfall,twin towers, memorial, heavenly dimensional dream

Published July 4, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

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.

“Freedom Fire” dream of last night 17/04/2015 and Psalm 23

Published April 18, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

OK How to start this post because I’m so “Fired up” right now.  I had a dream (actually this morning) and I’m so excited I don’t know where to start.  Last night I watched quite a few videos like I usually do on YouTube on a Friday and Saturday night and I really went to sleep feeling excited about the message and the music and the whole vibe of it all and then had a dream that gave me a little add on.  So I will post the dream and then the 2 videos that I think God is highlighting for me (incidentally – the first video I am posting is the first one I watched at the beginning of the night at about 10.30pm and then the second video was the last one I watched at about 1am this morning – the dream came at about 7.30 am) AND an extra message I nearly missed at the end – which is AMAZING – I’m so freaked out about it still.

THE DREAM

I was dreaming that I was dreaming.  And in the dream I was on holiday somewhere in America and I came across a church that were meeting in a large open space like a park or something.  It was under a big marquee.  The Pastor was really loud and he was organizing everyone.  There was a woman there who was also visiting for the first time and she had written a song and the Pastor wanted everyone to sing it – so he was organizing everyone, telling each where to stand so that each of their voices could be heard better.  Then he asked the woman to sing the song to show everyone how it went so we could sing it.  She started to sing it (but I can’t remember the words) but he stopped her and quite forcefully corrected her to tell her how it should go.  She was really upset and stormed off.  She was walking away from the tent with some remark on her lips (can’t remember what).  Everyone was standing there looking all around upset that she had gone and none more so than the Pastor who was like: “I didn’t mean to offend her.  I just wanted her to get it right so that we could share her song.”  So I ran after her and quietly asked her not to go.  I told her I was nobody, just an English girl on holiday, but I understood how she felt because I was the quiet, stay out of the way, kind of girl too and he came across as really loud and could seem a bit controlling but he really did just want her to get it right so EVERYONE could hear her message.  She came back to the meeting and everyone celebrated and sang her song and then had a great social – like a picnic or something…Then in my dream I woke up thinking “FREEDOM FIRE CHURCH” and the Preacher’s name (which I can’t remember – but I had a clear memory of his face) And I think now but not in the dream at the time, that it was the American preacher I was watching last night on You Tube.  So in the dream I wrote down Freedom Fire Church and my ex husband, who was with me in the dream for some reason looked the preacher up on the internet and his face came up on a game. and he said: “Oh he’s a game show host!”  and I said: “No he isn’t he’s a preacher.”  So he looked again and found him and the church,  And I was like “”Yeah!  That’s him!”  For some reason my ex husband handed me a CD Rom of the game and said “This looks good – but a bit cheesy!”  But when i took it off of him it was broken inside the case and I said: “Oh no it’s broken – that’s no use!” and left it on the side.  Then i really woke up.  Actually I think there was much more to this dream but that’s all I have conscious memory of.  Now normally I would give an interpretation of the dream – and I’m excited about this one – BUT it’s so self evident after you watch the following videos and read the Psalm that I am not going to do that – because I don’t want to colour what God might want to say to you in your own heart.

Updated note in my dream diary – after the dream post – I just looked at the videos I was watching last night and the preacher in my dream looked like Chris Tomlin but sounded like and had the personality of Carl Lentz.  So if you watch the two videos of Chris Tomlin singing “God’s Great Dance Floor” live at some place called Red Rock and also the video of Carl Lentz at the Hillsong Conference 2014 (you need to watch it ALL the way through – trust me it’s powerful stuff) and read Psalm 23 (which I will post after the videos – you will get a feel (hopefully) for the context for this dream and why I’m so EXCITED.)

I just have to say thank you Jesus that you are the Good Shepherd and you gently steer me back to the flock when I am so quick to wander.  Interestingly I wrote a poem when I was 14 called the Shepherd – I’ll post that later.

Psalm 23 (From The King James Bible) http://www.kingjamesbibleonline.org/Psalms-Chapter-23/

1 (A Psalm of David.) The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.

2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

OH! And GUESS WHAT?

I Googled ‘Freedom Fire’ and there’s a FREEDOM FIRE MINISTRIES based right here in the United Kingdom – Dorset!!!!

Do you think God wants me to go on holiday????  I’ll have to pray for the funds to go.

Apparently there’s a HEALING MARQUEE EVENT 28th – 30th July “The New Forest Show 2015”

I KID YOU NOT

And guess what the tag line was that came up on the screen – well there was 2 but this one hit me first:

Re-opening ancient wells with Freedom Fire

and

FREEDOM FIRE MINISTRIES

let the fire of God bring a new heart and freedom to your life

Now you know why I write my dreams down LOL

http://www.freedomfireministries.com/

Symbolism, God’s Divine language – My dream of last night 30th March 2015

Published March 31, 2015 by Laura Crean Author

I haven’t posted any dream interpretations in here for a while so today seems the perfect time to do that because it is related to my posts on Divine Symbology https://lauracrean.wordpress.com/2015/03/29/my-research-into-symbolism-and-a-personal-epiphany-on-divine-symbology/ I am posting this alongside those posts because I thought it was important to do so.  I don’t know if anyone gets anything out of all this other than me.  I can understand that I probably come across as a bit strange, but this is my way of understanding my own thought processes and I like to share it all because you never know when you might connect with someone else who has similar thoughts.  We all need others to relate to us don’t we?

I have to say that when I woke up at 4am this morning on the tail end of this dream, my initial thoughts were that it was a really scary dream.  I thought to myself “No!  That’s horrible Why would I be dreaming such a thing?  But now I have looked at the symbolism behind it it makes sense to me.  So now I will write the dream and then the interpretation.

The Dream

I was in my house (that wasn’t my actual house but in the dream it was my house) and I heard a noise coming from the chimney.  It was a baby girl about a year old.  Anyway, for some strange reason it terrified me that she was there and I tried to kill her by striking at her chest with a hollow metal pipe, which left a circular impression in her chest.  I thought she was dead and I was horrified that I had killed her.  I threw the bloody pipe in the bin and then tried to wrap up her body in a sheet and was contemplating how I was going to dispose of the body when I realised that she was actually alive.  At first I was horrified that she was alive and possibly suffering but couldn’t imagine myself now killing her again to stop the suffering, so I wondered how I was going to get her back to her mother to be healed and get away with her attempted murder.  And then I thought I would just say that when she fell down the chimney she had landed on the pipe that was propped up there and that is how she got the injury.

I was sick with guilt of what I had done and her pain but I didn’t want her to die.  I carefully wrapped her and held her close to me saying I was sorry over and over to her and that I knew what I had done was evil and that I loved her and hoped she could forgive me one day.  I knew she was too young to talk properly and didn’t think she would tell her mother what had really happened.  I carried her round to the house next door to tell her mother she had fallen down my chimney and found the house unexpectedly unaware of her disappearance.  The old man that was supposed to be watching her had fallen asleep and he blamed another younger man who was in his own room doing his own thing.  I could see the fire guard pushed out of the way, so I could see how the child had gotten to her chimney and crawled up it and then fallen down into mine.

The mother came home at that point and I told her we needed to get the little girl to the hospital quickly because of what had happened.  I told her she was fine (and she was, she was awake and aware and the injury wasn’t as severe as I had at first thought) but you could see the circular injury made by the pipe.  Obviously horrified and in shock, the mother ushered me to the car so we could drive straight to the hospital.  I just held on tight, cuddling and comforting her all the way to the hospital and then the mother took her and she was put into a hospital bed.  I turned to leave happy that she was OK and was being cared for now and getting treatment  and that she would make a full recovery, when all of a sudden she fell out of bed and died.  I remember feeling absolute horror and knew that I had killed her; I was absolutely sick with guilt and woke up crying thinking “No!  God, why would you show me this in a dream?”  I just lay there thinking no.1 what a horrible, horrible dream and no.2 Thank God it was only a dream and I hadn’t really just committed a murder of an innocent child in cold blood.

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A Tentative attempt at an interpretation

The first thing that struck me was the fact that my investigations into symbolism yesterday had led me to the conclusion that the circle represents God, so the circle shaped incision in the girl’s chest  just screamed out at me that it represented God and the fact that it was over her heart must represent’s God’s love – to me the heart, the heart chakra represents Jesus.

The pipe and the chimney are both interesting symbolic images.  The house is always the self, so the chimney can be seen as an extension of the self, a channel for cleansing (think of smoke going up a chimney).  However the child (that vulnerable, innocent aspect of myself) went both up her chimney and then down into mine.  To me this could be seen as a transition of channelling new aspects of myself.  By killing the child I am attempting to kill off old attitudes.  However I think it is like dying and being born again at the same time.

The pipe represents a conductor of energy (think of each being as like a pipe with energy flowing through them) it represents the ability to tap higher levels of power and connect conscious and unconscious aspects of self.  In the context of this dream I see it as God stamping himself (his image – as represented by the circle) into my heart – therefore awakening me to accepting Jesus into my life anew as my new attitude or an awakening or affirming attitude.  It is like God saying to me – you are killing off old attitudes through me.  But the child continuing to live at that time, even with the circular injury (God’s mark) and I think this was Jesus’s way of telling me he is the ‘living God’ and he is living in me, in my heart.

The fact of the girl dying in the end was I believe God telling me that the old me (my attitudes and my sins) are now dead.  The hospital represents a healing centre.  There were 3 buildings or houses in this dream – the child’s, mine and the hospital.  I think the hospital represents the House of God and so healing makes sense.  Possibly they represent the 2 trilogies; Mind, Body and Spirit – Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

All the people in this dream of course represent aspects of myself.  I think the old man represents  the rational, intellectual, wise (knowledge based) aspect of my psyche.  He was asleep, leading to the child (the innocent, vulnerable aspect) to escape.  Perhaps those thoughts and attitudes that I had thought were wise were just holding me back, keeping me a prisoner (trying to rationalise everything).  I was asleep and needed to be awakened and reborn as the baby (the chimney being the birth canal) Here is another trilogy – the old man, the young man and the baby girl.  I’m not sure how the mother fits into this dream.  I certainly took her baby away from her and felt nurturing towards her after the initial violent act.  Maybe it is a way for me to nurture myself (self soothing) telling myself to stop beating myself up about everything and just accept God’s love and to love myself.  I was glad the mother was driving to the hospital so that I could hold the child close to me in the car.

The car is my vehicle through life.  I wasn’t sure how that related but considering that I was being driven to the hospital and since all the people in the car (another trilogy) – Mother, me, baby girl – were me – I was being taken to healing, to the House of God.  All aspects here were feminine leaving the earlier male aspects behind.  Now the feminine, intuitive, creative, spiritual aspects are being brought together in the hospital for God to tend to.

I hope that all makes sense to the reader and I hope you can see once again how powerful symbolic language is to connect us to the divine nature of the universe (it is God talking to us through symbolism – his divine language)

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