Dream from April 26, 2013
I was in a massive sized building like a factory that was out of work and in somewhat poor repair I think. It was drab and dark with no color. Some people were around but did not look my way or talk. It was as if people were hanging out in there for shelter. There was a spot far off in the middle of the factory that I did not get close to. It was not drab and dark like the outer parts of the factory, it had lights on and power and had working machines and people.
Outside the factory it appeared as though it was some kind of post war toren up world with quiet, shell shocked zombie like people slowly and mindlessly walking about outside and in the factory.
I had walked through the factory and went up some stairs. To the right was a door that was opened. I walked down the short hallway to it. A bright white light shown out. As I walked into the room I saw that the ceiling, floor and walls were all a bright, almost too blinding bright, white. On the left wall of the room was a crudely made counter or perhaps you could call it a table that was attached to the wall. It too was the same white as the rest of the room.
My husband and I was in the middle of the room as I was trying to watch over the 2 painted turtles. Sometimes they were my own 2 painted turtles and sometimes they were not. I had to walk them by letting them walk around on the floot to get exersize. My husband thought I was silly for doing that and left the room. The door stayed open.
The turtles kept trying to walk all over the place and I was afraid Id lose them and they'd get hurt. The female turtle climbed the counter table thingy and got stuck up there and titled. I was afraid she'd fall and get hurt or get rolled over on her back and die from being stuck that way.
The other turtle moved about but mostly stayed right smack in the middle of the bright white room.
Then the dream ended.
Dreams sometimes mean nothing. Sometimes they mean a lot. And other times we dont have a clue what they mean, but they impress upon us that they mean something.
God speaks to us anyway that we are gifted and for some of us that is via dreams/visions/mental pictures/etc. Some use the words Christian seer, Christian empath, Christian prophet, Christian [insert whatever]. I don't use those words because they are man made names given to what others think you should be if you display certain symptoms. I don't know what I am when it comes to labels. But I do know that I am a lover of Freedom and Heaven and because of Jesus I have both! :)
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