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I have dreamed that I was going to the school middle school to go and get some soup that someone had left for me and I got lost in the new elementary school so I had to get instructions on how to get there and the old high school secretary was it anyways she led me through some hallways through the new school to the cafeteria. It was full of children eating food, It felt weird because i thought all the kids were staring at "the older kid in elementary school". She took me into the back where everyone had their coats on hooks.into the back to give me A 6-pack beer container that only had 3 beers in it and some of the soup that I was looking for then she took me into or she followed me into the parking lot where she lit up a smoke in the lot for a minute as I put the stuff in the car, it was nighttime at this point and I guess now she ran Off because the Post Office guy drove by and I guess in my brain because he works for the government and she does to you like she didn't want to get caught outside so she ran away and then all these people start showing up that I knew from a long time ago starting with one person then Rachael the girl from my science class, whom of which I gave a half hug with my left arm. Her arms were full so it was kinda like my head get pushed into her left shoulder. She was wearing a blue fluffy jacket. I asked Rachel how come she always shows up randomly in my life. and there was Britney Watson or maybe a 3 palms kid and we were all sitting in these chairs in a big circle outside in there was one other girl that I knew by can't remember exactly what her name was and is other people are too but I can't remember and then it was a pretty good conversation nice positive. It felt like they all came just for me, though I simply sat and listened to what they had to say. Just typical group chatter of highschool kids. and then it's switch to me be in the shower and I was talking to chef Gordon Ramsay about over hard eggs he waa trying to smack me because the term overhard was not acceptable, the shower curtain got all messed up, I was thinking how it needed to be fixed. Standing there naked In front of Gordon Ramsey in my trailer park shower didnt bother me I. The slightest, but I thought about how it should of and then he got Duke splaining how it needs to be soft and moist and not over hard, I actually pictured what he was describing quite well, I remember thinking he was absolutely right, hard chaukly over cooked eggs are the worst and I was like it's just a preference but we are actually talking about eggs Benedict and I agreed with them that they shouldn't be hard for eggs Benedict but really we were just arguing about words and definitions.

I dreamt that I was on a trip with my church. There was a few people that went that I was talking to that are no longer members of my church. I found myself in a room with 2 beds along with multiple people casually talking (both male and female). I laid down in one of the beds. Randomly this lady that is from another church but occasionally fellowship with jumps into my bed and starts flirting. She then rolls over and kisses me - but in a weird way. This is in front of everyone in this crowded room. I started kissing back but become horrified because I am married. The kiss was off - not enjoyable. She then pulled away and said she was spitting into my mouth. I then quickly woke up. Background of this lady. She is 41 and a single mother. She used to operate in new age practices but has since come out of that and gave her life over to God. She went to theology school and operates in the prophetic with some accuracy. My marriage currently is ok. Had a hard conversation with my wife last night about some challenges we are having but not wanting to divorce at all.

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.

I'm Nigerian and Igbo, I had a dream that all the Igbos in the State I was staying in right now(an igbo State) and, actually everybody, even non Igbos were being told we could no longer stay in our homes for some reason and to pack no more than 4 bags each of all our stuff and to come to a location and drop our luggage in a line, that the government would have them taken to new residence and use it to assign us to them. I think? Or something. And that we were not allowed to hold on to our luggage, that we *had* to put it down on the line, then go take a seat for the large state wide conference being held and listen to what the governor of the state had to say. The tension lay in the fact that throughout the stress of packing with the family I was living with in the dream (my cousins and aunty), entering a vehicle, and driving to the mandated location, I was terrified that this was actually a genocide. I kept on begging my Aunty and cousins to consider that this might be a genocide, or to flee the state and put our luggage in a relatives house in a neighboring state. They did not listen until the last possible moment, when I thought up and suggested the latter, by then we had already reached and dropped our luggage, and a female army soldier had appeared nearby and was watching us, so we had to leave it be. Another thing is on the drive there we would see things that in the logic of the dream, could have pointed to this being a genocide. One being a tree that we passed that may or may not have been a species that "usually" grew due to the circumstances that could be caused by a pogrom in dream logic, eg excess blood in the soil or the smoke of burnt human remains in the atmosphere or something like that. But it was never spoken out loud only suspected, so whether this was true in the dream isn't certain. secondly on 2 occasions I would see hills in the distance just absolutely *covered* in trash, sometimes with small piles of trash burning. And i would suspect whether the trash was actually the belongings and luggage we were submitting to the federal government. This one out of fear for such an outright confirmation was kind of doubted immediately by me. When sitting down for the conference, closest to the stage where the governor was speaking, a Hausa man in this dream, it was at a point where it was kind of up to the mechanics of my brain whether this dream would turn out to be something else or indeed a genocide. And in the dream I was either subconsciously or consciously but partially aware of this fact, it was why the 3 instances of evidence for genocide were being doubted with hope in the first place. So every word the governor would say had me on the edge of my seat hoping my dream would come in and provide a different explanation, soon a different scenario. One of the bases of my hope being the blatantly lower class Hausa people also standing around in the crowd because they live in the state too so had also been forced to leave their homes. Because in real life such drastic antagonistic action would never be taken with their own tribe in the direct crossfire. Either the Hausas in the government favoured their population, or betrayed them class-wise in a way that could be spun as justifiable. Anyways it was during this speech that I woke up. My heart was pounding so hard I expected it to be painful and causing some other physical reaction (the same way stomach aches are accompanied by nausea and a need to defecate). It got under control though, and I immediately started typing this.

I dreamt my husband was gardening in the garden. I went out to join him and lay on the grass watching . We were under coconut or palm trees -that family, an there there little seeds, small palm trees that my husband started to plant in a row. Okay on the grass and watched as he meticulously worked. While doing so I noticed all these small snakes around him. He had a machete in his hand and raised it. My eyes were in contact eye to eye with these snakes as I was on the ground. My husband told me to go in the house. I went in the house and started praying. As I was praying I felt something in my pants. It was a snake and it bit me. I took my hand on the outside of my pants and squeezed as hard as I could until I heard the bones crushing pleading the blood.mi ran outside holding it to my husband who took it out of my pants. That’s all I remember.

I was in the car with Latasha. She was driving, and it felt like her old Ford Taurus. It was winter, snow everywhere, and her boys were in the backseat. While she was driving, the car started to skid. It felt like we were about to hit another blue parked car, but instead, the car somehow lifted up and went over it. Right after that, we crashed hard. The front of the car was completely smashed in. During the accident, I remember staying calm. I was talking and giving instructions, trying to keep everyone steady through what was happening while the accident was happening. After the car stopped, everything went still for a moment. Latasha seemed like she was in shock just frozen. I noticed the hood of the car was badly damaged, and then it started catching on fire. There was something in the car on fire that I grabbed, and I took it outside and put it in the snow to put the fire out. Then I went into a building nearby to get help. It didn’t feel like a church at first, it felt more like a restaurant but when I went inside, I saw Natalie and Lady T at what looked like a hostess stand. I told them that Latasha had been in a bad accident. At first, Lady T misunderstood me and thought I meant something else. She said “I know” I had a conversation with her earlier about her car troubles. I had to clarify that no, we had actually just been in a real accident outside in the back. After that, I went back outside, or the scene shifted, and now Latasha was coming out crying. Christina was behind her, also crying, even though she wasn’t there during the accident.

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