Jesus gives me 3 rings and tells me I'm a good wife, daughter and mother
In a dream, i was sleeping with my girlfriend and all of sudden she is slippery going under the bed and i grab her hand firmly not go under the bed. i was trying to shout out Jesus, Jesus, Jesus but i rather shouting je, je, je and suddenly something came out under the bed like a human fold up is legs and covered with a white blanket with the face black and so i have to let go of my girlfriend and she sliped and went under the bed.
I was floating upright & turning making 360deg turns caressing & very much in love with our Jesus Christ, he returned my intimate gestures, showing much love & care. I was so intoxicated by this holy spirit...
Jesus gives me 3 gifts
I dreampt of meeting up with jesus .
I dreampt of meeting up with jesus at his home, walking on wooden planks to get to him. giiving him a kiss on the cheek.
A man trying to open my robe and take advantage of me. he left. No one would help me. I was in a stooping position against a wall with my hands over my ears weeping crying and I said " I hate how men think they can do anything they want!" . My sister came in and woke me up and said I was crying and then singing "Jesus Loves Me"
In a dream, i was sleeping with my girlfriend and all of sudden she is slippery going under the bed and i grab her hand firmly not go under the bed. i was trying to shout out Jesus, Jesus, Jesus but i rather shouting je, je, je and suddenly something came out under the bed like a human fold up is legs and covered with a white blanket with the face black and so i have to let go of my girl and she sliped and went under the bed.
I dreamt that someone is giving me a cell number and all of a sudden, on the bedi saw a face lying be side me and i begin to shout Jesus and then the face turned into a lady, then she told me in the dream that, her body is my body and my blood is her blood and i shouted Jesus, Jesus,Jesus. Normally when the person was giving the cell number to me, her face nearly distract me from geting the last two numbers.
It always started with a vibrant color red slowly fading into the background, like a backdrop of evil setting the scene. Around the edges and into the corners of my vision were black shadows, the darkest I had ever seen. I entered from the left, terrified beyond measure, yet determined to get what I came for; my grandparents’ release from Hell, from the bondage of Satan himself.
Nana and Papo, my paternal grandparents, would enter from the right, distraught, resigned, yet, a bit hopeful. I ran to them, hugging and kissing them. I can still feel the way my grandfather’s solid middle felt against my skinny, half-grown arms.
And then there was Satan. His voice boomed over us like thunder. My heart seized with panic and sank like a rock within me as terror washed over me like an ocean’s wave. For just a moment, the three of us huddled together, Nana, Papo and me. Then, after what felt like an eternity of being frozen in fear but seconds of being comforted by the warmth of their bodies, of their love, my voice found me. I freed myself from the entanglement of their arms and knew I had to do this on my own. I demanded their freedom. I asked that they be able to return with me to my home. While I do not remember the words that roared from the scoffing voice overhead, I remember that my request was denied. Nana and Papo had to stay in Hell. There was no question about it. Then, they turned and exited back from whence they had come, resigned, saddened but willing.
I screamed. I screamed their names. I screamed in protest. I screamed because of the injustice. They did not belong there. They knew Jesus. And yet, it had not been enough. In that moment, He had not been enough.
That’s when I would awake in a panic, crying, hardly able to breathe. Yet another thing was out of my control. Yet another injustice was being committed and I could do nothing. My voice was not being heard. My stomach was churning as was my heart.
Understand My Dreams