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Walking on an elevated train track, I notice the board where loose. I had to rest and was going through the boards. So I supported myself on the steel pillar. I was not in fear and could see the ground. As I was claiming back up, a Jewish man said don't kill yourself. That is not the way come down. He wouldn't let me explain myself. So I claimed down and went into his shop. He convince me that God loves me, don't kill yourself. I said I am not killing myself I was just tired from walking. He said find a seat repeatedly. A nicely dress Jewish woman and lead me farther inside with her. Everyone in the shop seem very relaxed and nice. We sat down and a food was given to me. Someone reached and took from my plate, so I began to shield my food. But more food was added. And I ate. The jewish lady was tired and place a cotton table cloth on the table to rest her head. Soon she was laying on the table to rest and was joined by others. I felt this was a place I would get feed, have fellowship and find work. I said to the Jewish lady I need to find work. Its was a Jewish community and I felt It was New York.

My ex boyfriend, Dane and I randomly crossed paths in a public, busy place. He was playful with me but the playfulness involved him spraying cleaning product on me. I was laughing and pulling away from him and asking him not to use the product because he would waste it. He was pursuing continuously throwing product on me even while I was laughing and trying to block him, playfully wrestling with him. He kept pressing forward, trying to playfully restrain me. I was laughing and fighting back. I did not feel threatened. Then I saw my friend Stefan who was visiting from abroad. I hugged him hello and introduced him to Dane and asked if they remembered each other. Dane didn’t let on that he remembered and excused himself. Stefan looked at me and said, “Dane is very angry. I can tell.” I was surprised because Dane seemed okay but Stefan was referring to Dane holding a lot of anger inside that I couldn’t see. I told Stefan let’s talk about it later in privacy and he agreed and left. I went over to Dane who was finishing up his purchase. He seemed calm. I went to buy a plastic container that a cake was in. The sellers had to repair it for me because it was bent. In removing the cake from the container the woman sliced the top of the cake off by mistake. I offered some chocolate chips to help the cake. I went back to Dane who was waiting, there was a loud explosion in the place, then I woke 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.

Morning. I dream we were on the phone and you told me to hold on. Next thing you had a longggg serious discussion with your grandfather. He was telling you what to do and practically training on things to do and say. I did not listen because you never told me to listen so I don’t know exactly what he told you. When I looked at my phone it had on either 06:20 or 06:30. I think the two of you talked for over 6 hours and then I was like let me hang up see because I don’t even know what to do

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