I had this dream on December 17th, it is a bit historically inaccurate but highly detailed. You know how sometimes in dreams you're trying to accomplish something the whole time and never do? This dream was the opposite. It is long, so bear with me... I don't really want to leave anything out.
Here we go:
It seemed to be set in WWII-era Nazi-Germany, on a luxury cruise ship. I was traveling alone and did not agree with their methods... but was not a blatant enemy to them, undercover for the ride. The peculiar thing about this ship is that there was major class division... but it was not first or third class, it was race and age division. There were fenced off areas with "Soviet"/Eastern European children... the enemies of the host ship. They were dressed in a distinct uniform, and the rich passengers of the ship did not pay them any attention. If they did, it was out of disgust.
A majority of the dream was centered around me and a handful of others trying to break these children out, but every time, the guards would catch us (but did not punish me because I was a foreigner). The aim was to get past the guards and through the crowded deck to get across the border (a weird thing about dreams... the ship turned into a industry complex near the border of the enemy country).
During this time I made friends with a little dark-haired girl through the fence, about eight years old. Her only possession was a little toy, (maybe a animal figurine?) One day me and a guy around my age (a teenager) finally wrenched the fence open... the guards weren't looking, and I pulled her out and let her run... through an outraged crowd, and two younger German girls tried to distract people. My girl locked herself in a bathroom, down a hallway and people filtered out and some how the guards didn't follow.
When it was clear, I pleaded with the girl to come out, and I tore off a plastic net that was on her from her imprisonment, and pretended to playfully pull her and the two other little girls on the net- down the hallway so passengers wouldn't notice. When we were down the length of the hallway, the other girls fell off (went back to their families) whereas I grabbed the escapee in my arms, her precious toy in my hand, and sprinted to the "border" outside.
We crouched down behind some bushes and saw a young guard (who I knew) arguing with his 'sweetheart'. It was only a short dash and the girl would be free. Her family had a house right across the border. I told her to run... the guard turned... I motioned desperately not so blow his whistle. Instead, he clapped his hand over his friend's mouth. She was almost there... and with horror I heard another whistle.... she made it! But I was still crouched under the bush, clutching the girl's toy that she loved so much. I looked at it, thought about my life and possessions that I could lose.... and knew my life wouldn't be worth much in a totalitarian system after I helped a prisoner escape.
So I sprinted as fast as I could before the guards could grasp me... made it across the border. The girl was in her dad's arms, surrounded by her mom and siblings, laughing and crying. I shyly handed the girl her toy, and looks of gratitude overwhelmed her family's faces. I knew I had found a new home and a loving family. I hugged the girl tight.
I was amazed when I thought about this dream the next morning. I don't remember thinking about God during it... but I remember distinctly that I did not feel afraid, I had peace no matter how dangerous the situation was. And obviously his hand was through the story. I remember feeling an anguish that I had to leave everything behind.... but had true satisfaction, a feeling accomplishment and mainly a tender love for the girl.
If I get to do anything half as exciting or adrenaline-pumping as this in my actual lifetime, I can't wait! I know rescuing slaves isn't always like this, but I know the impressions I had were very similar to it.
If you've got this far in reading this, thank you. I just wanted to encourage you guys and share my heart. There is hope for the world.
