Dreams wealth

Man is old . I am going back in firth between the ranch and reading a paper tell me of his arrest. Weird man wealthy but country ranch not z ranch with a sign that said not a rancb no parking here. apple tree. Woman rolling down hill, three children. Cars . I'm driving her back to by house age is crying. We enter and j give her to the group of woman wairing for her. Two sides if the room with dishese in between. Sinks .very dirty now clean. I remember a girl with braces and a piano shirt. Watching animals and humans throwing up into a pile outside a window I climb out to watch. I think all the bison and cows are sleeping but then they start eating and spitting out abc throwing up. . Tim is there.

Dream of being wealthy

I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

A money transfer of wealth of 680 million dollars was given to me. I paid off my church debt first. Paid off my parents debt and got into a limosine and went to different churches paying off debt and sowing 100, 000 into the members who was present in the congregation. Teaching a message how to walk into the lifestyle of the supernatural.

Wealthy man proposed and I am married