This is my dream:
I was at a shelter looking at adopting a puppy. I was looking at this very cute chocolate lab puppy and was ready to adopt him until they brought in this young poodle. The poodle was obviously mistreated and had poop caked on it and was disgusting and skinny; for some reason the poodle reminded me of sex slaves and how they’re mistreated and whatnot so I told the person I wanted the poodle. She said, “What about the chocolate lab?” I said, “No, I want this one.” She said, “Well I might have some other things that you might be interested in.” She then leads me in back of the shelter and into the woods, I don’t know why I follow her but I do. And deep into the woods there is a playground and some shacks and there are at least a hundred kids with shackles on their feet on the playground. All in ragged clothes, starving, and cut-throat; it was obvious they’d been in some sort of arrangement like this for a long time because each one had a survival of the fittest, every man for himself mentality. I was taken aghast. She told me to go around and see which one I wanted and so I went and sat down at a picnic table where some kids were eating. One girl was eating this spoiled rotten cottage cheese and pineapple while the other kids were eating oatmeal or porridge of some sort. They were all making fun of the girl and she was actually chained to the table and gagging and heaving as she ate the food; it was apparently her punishment for giving her sexual customer a hard time. When I touched her I could see the whole incident of her refusal and of her molestation and of her abuse. It was as if every kid that I looked at, I looked and saw their past and saw how they got here, saw what had been done to them and saw the affliction going on. Two kids were about to fight, like they were opposing “gangs” or something and they were yelling and getting ready to defend their territory or what have you. Beyond the playground and shacks you could see these piles of movies, toys, clothes, etc. It was like the piles of stuff taken from the Jews at the concentration camps. I knew it was theirs and I knew it was left to taunt them. Around this time the lady came back to me and asked me if I had decided, I was so nervous that my horrified expressions had given me away but I tried to play it as cool as I could. I somehow managed to slip out of there and just told her I wasn’t interested. I was fully intent on bringing whoever I could back the next day to destroy this place and rescue these children. I tried to remember every step and path on how to get to the woods as she led me back to the shelter and I got in my car and left. I came back the next day with a whole group of police and people. I led them to the woods and when I stepped on the playground I realized the whole place had been torched. They had burnt everything, including the children. All over the camp were these mangled and burnt bodies of children, just as they were in the same places as I had remembered them being. Even the children that were about to fight were in the same positions. The smell and the smoke of the bodies and burnt wood caused me to vomit and fall to the ground and when I looked up all I saw were the piles of toys and clothes, they were the only things left unharmed.
On one hand I'm so very thankful for dreams like these because they spur me to action and prayer. And I also know that with this ministry comes the "affliction" of seeing these horrors in your dreams. With all the research and preparation I've been doing it's bound to affect my dreams. So in one case I'm thankful but goodness...the horror is sometimes too much. It was a rough way to start the morning but as I mourn for the horror and affliction of these children I praise God for the glory He will get in the end and the privilege I have to serve them.
