i posted this dream on my blog iburnforyou.wordpress.com :
i had a very intense vivid dream last night. and i feel like i should write it out so that others can see what God is revealing in this hour.
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Psalm 92:6-7-”The senseless man does not know, fools do not understand, that though wicked spring up like grass and all evildoers flourish, they will be forever destroyed.”
I was at this bus stop, my roommate was there. But the bus stop was the size of a city, it was huge. There were people from all over the world there. We were all waiting, there were a ton of us. Buses weren’t coming. I was walking up and down the sidewalk pacing impatiently and it felt like my right foot was paralyzed, making it difficult for me to move, but I started trying to drag it so I could walk. Right then I turned around and saw a bus and I started trying to move towards it so I could get on. I then realized it was going extremely fast and wasn’t stopping for anybody to get on, or anybody in its way. I jumped out to the side flustered and frustrated. At the end of this really long block across the street, under an umbrella (even though it wasn’t raining.) was someone I knew. I wanted to go say hi so I started making my way towards him. As I started to cross the street, he disappeared. I was then in this really dark alley type street, it was dimly lit, I think maybe from the fire on torches. There were people protesting, but I remember it being pretty quiet. There were buses and feeling relieved, I tried to get on the first one. Then I realized it was jam-packed with children. All the way to the ceiling and the front glass of the bus they were shoved in there. A lady next to me kept saying if you open the doors, they will fall out. I just stood shocked watching and someone opened the doors and the children started falling out slowly because they were so packed in. They started falling on their heads and you could hear the sound of them hitting the pavement. They were all different ethnicities and had diseases all over their bodies. I went on walking and saw the next bus and it was covered with what I thought was huge chunks of black thick dirt. But when I got closer, I realized they were rotting bodies sticking out of the windows. Bodies of women and small babies. Then I looked behind and among the protestors were people who were government officials walking around the buses trying to keep them ‘protected’. I realized the first bus was full of child prostitutes and slaves and the second bus was full of women that died from getting abortions and aborted babies. I knew I had to do something so I went to a lady that was wearing a police uniform, frantic. I said ‘we need to do something about this abortion and prostitution’ with force. She replied “it is fine, everything is fine, the government has got it under control.” I then walked away unsettled, thinking nothing could be done. I got in this van with other people I knew and in the back was a dead baby in a brown paper bag with metal tongs attached to it. The radio was playing as I was looking at the baby and it was saying
“the moment of life, conception, is when the egg is released and matched. When this happens, the pregnant woman’s body immediately responds and begins to prepare itself for the pregnancy. The breasts begin to prepare for producing milk. How can people think life isn’t formed when the body responds in a way that says it has?”
I turned around and was wondering why we had this dead baby and the person driving said he had found it on the road and we were bringing it to a hospital. I immediately felt drawn, this pull to touch the metal tongs, and i did, and my hands started feeling extreme heat, like they were on fire, but not burning away. I turned to the people next to me in the van, telling them, amazed, that my hands were like fire. I reached back to pull out the tongs, knowing after praying and laying on of hands, the baby would come to life.
then i woke up.
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I want to give people who read this a chance to digest it all. Later on today I will be posting my interpretation and what God has shown me what this dream means.
