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I walked into what seemed like a restaurant or building, and it was almost as if I was on a movie set because I was being directed in a sense?…the floor was very unstable, like 1x1 tiles, but made out of plastic/glass that wobbled as I walked. Below me I saw a nude woman in darkness, and felt temptation because she was almost welcoming me to look? Not sure where I was headed, but the way I was distracted by this, I felt like I had to cut scene and restart through the entrance. So exiting the door, it was as if I was outside the restaurant, but still within the building. Like a big building with 2 floors. I remember seeing it as like white marble with gold trim, but in the afternoon while the sun is going down. While still within the building, someone else I didn’t know was going to walk into the restaurant, but me and some other men who were there stopped her from going in. I “woke up (not sure if I did),” and I realized how sinful it was to be there! I felt sick to my stomach, and realized I was being tempted by the devil!! I rebuked what I saw, not agreeing to it! Then I went back to sleep. I then dreamed of being at a college/university scene, people all around walking to their destination. I was feeling so down and discouraged walking to my room. As I walked down the stairs, someone I knew (didn’t recognize at the time but could be my new brother in Christ that just prayed for me via text to voice last night) stopped me because he noticed I wasn’t OK. He asked if he could pray for me, and I agreed. As I closed my eyes as he was praying, I felt oil pour over me—specifically my face, even going into my mouth down my chin. I had to swallow some of it. I can still taste the bitterness. After this taste I woke up feeling restored/empowered.

I purchased one of my dream cars (a black Porsche Cayenne) and I was reversing it out of my yard then driving it frequently. I was cruising and I was happy coz it was my dream car. Then I parked in my neighbours garage then called their daughter to come out with me to see my new car. I reversed it out of the garage again then went cruising. I then reverse parked my car in my yard. My friend and I stole my car because my mom was shouting at me for driving it a lot. We stopped at the gate when we left and stole my car to drive only to look back at my mother shouting at us. We left the car and started laughing because we got into trouble. It was a good dream

I was at a college/university, people all around walking to their destination. I was feeling so down and discouraged walking to my room. As I walked down the stairs, someone I knew (didn’t recognize at the time but could be my new brother in Christ that just prayed for me via text to voice last night) stopped me because he noticed I wasn’t OK. He asked if he could pray for me, and I agreed. As he was praying, I felt oil pour over me—specifically my face, even going into my mouth down my chin. I had to swallow some of it. I can still taste the bitterness.

I then dreamed of being at a college/university, people all around walking to their destination. I was feeling so down and discouraged walking to my room. As I walked down the stairs, someone I knew (didn’t recognize at the time but could be my new brother in Christ that just prayed for me via text to voice last night) stopped me because he noticed I wasn’t OK. He asked if he could pray for me, and I agreed. As as he was praying, I felt oil pour over me—specifically my face, even going into my mouth down my chin. I had to swallow some of it. I can still taste the bitterness. After this taste I woke up feeling restored/empowered.

I then dreamed of being at a college/university scene, people all around walking to their destination. I was feeling so down and discouraged walking to my room. As I walked down the stairs, someone I knew (didn’t recognize at the time but could be my new brother in Christ that just prayed for me via text to voice last night) stopped me because he noticed I wasn’t OK. He asked if he could pray for me, and I agreed. As I closed my eyes as he was praying, I felt oil pour over me—specifically my face, even going into my mouth down my chin. I had to swallow some of it. I can still taste the bitterness. After this taste I woke up feeling restored/empowered.

I’m at home in my bed when I then suddenly get out of the bed walk into my living room and as I’m doing this, everything feels so real my stepson and his oldest brother are occupied in the living room but at the time that it was maybe like 3 AM I’m questioning them. Hey you know you shouldn’t be up it’s time to go to bed as I’m speaking it. I know that it was a distraction because as I’m talking to them my front door knob is twisting When I’m then, realizing everybody that should be inside of my house is already inside of the house the door is locked. There’s an intruder trying to get in. I look out of the people and it’s my sister on my dad side and my dad looking at me and the people but something wasn’t right about them. It was almost like they were cloned so instead of opening the door, I started to bang at the door, which made them step back I immediately ran into my room, grabbed my phone and proceeded to call my dad who was at my door, but when he answered, he was laying in his bed afraid frightened startled. I woke my husband up. I tried to wake him up. He wouldn’t budge and I’m telling him. Hey, my dad is at at home in the bed, but he’s at the door and I’m realizing they are who they say they are so I go to grab my gun the dream transitions over to my husband and I running through a parking garage and while we’re running into this parking garage, there’s a man with his body hanging out the back of a car he’s asking for help, but my husband’s like no we gotta go. We can’t help him during this time. My husband has a lot of blood on his hands. He’s wiping get on his clothes. He’s constantly like wiping it on his clothes as we’re leaving out of this parking garage as we’re leaving. I’m looking down at his hand and split on his clothes and there’s a Bible on the floor. We just walked past it. We never picked it up or anything fast-forward the dream. I’m in the car with my husband, he gets out of the car on the passenger side and leaves the door open. We’re around the entire car there are people like zombies, just walking in circles around the car. Someone was so desperate to get in. They knew that they had no control over their body that they just tilted they would eventually just fall in as one of the ladies fell inside of the car. I pushed her out with discuss as I’m pushing her out loudly. I hear my pastor’s name in my dream and then my husband woke me up.

I had a vivid early morning dream. At times, my view would zoom in close; other times, I saw from a wide, top-down perspective—like watching a strategic operation unfold from above. The dream began with a striking view of a group of elite, specialized soldiers—about 5 to 8 of them. They were a highly trained unit, personally chosen by their Commander-in-Chief. Their loyalty, discipline, and unwavering commitment to their mission were unmistakable. They had fought together through many hard-won battles and had developed a deep bond rooted in honor and trust. They were running across a wide, open war field, leaving behind a battleground they had just conquered. It was clear that this unit had taken much ground together over time. Though the war still raged around them, they moved with urgency and perfect formation. Scene 2: The Storm and the Fence Then the terrain shifted. Heavy rain poured in sheets from the sky, making visibility low. The ground turned into thick, slippery mud. Despite the storm, the unit stayed in harmony, never breaking stride. Eventually, they came to a gray chain-link fence—standing strangely alone in the open landscape. It clearly marked the next phase of their mission, and they were under direct orders to reach it. Their gear was soaked, their fatigues caked in mud. At the base of the fence, centered like a marker, were two shovels—placed intentionally, as if by command. Without pause, they began to dig under the fence. Each man took a turn, one digging until spent, then handing off to the next. Their goal was precise: create openings wide enough for two soldiers to slide beneath and press ahead toward a large white building visible on the other side. Scene 3: The Waiting Soldiers Once the holes were ready, two were chosen to go. They slid under the fence and ran toward the building while the others waited, huddled near the opening, still alert and battle-ready. It was then that I was shown something deeper. Each soldier in this unit carried a unique calling and specialized skill. One might be an expert in communication, another in field medicine, another in navigation or demolitions, another in intelligence or surveillance. No single soldier had it all—but together, they formed a force capable of extraordinary things. Every gift, every assignment mattered. They were more than warriors; they were a finely tuned body in motion. Scene 4: Inside the Building Inside the white building, the two soldiers were now clean and dry, standing side by side at a window. They sipped something warm—maybe tea or cocoa. Their demeanor had shifted. While their teammates remained outside in the storm, these two were at ease. Calm. Comfortable. They had forgotten the mission. Forgotten the others. Forgotten the urgency. They were half-hearted. This building had been chosen beforehand as a transitional space—a place to regroup, refocus, and prepare for the next advance. The two inside were never meant to stay. They were to make a way for the rest to move forward and get in the building. But they had grown content and detached. Scene 5: The Greater Assignment The final scene zoomed out beyond the white building. What I saw was a vast, wide-open territory still waiting to be taken. The mission wasn’t over. The building was just a checkpoint. The half-heartedness of the two risked compromising not only their comrades, but the fulfillment of a much greater Kingdom-level assignment.

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