just had the strangest dream I've ever had in my life. Normally I dream
silly, funny dreams, but this one is about as serious as it gets. I
woke up at 5:45 after the dream and couldn't fall back asleep and now
feel compelled to post this. It's a long read but I hope you stick
through to the end.
I was in Dubai doing missionary work. Five
children, the sons and daughters of a political leader were kidnapped
and tortured. Pictures of them began circulating. They were starving,
naked, and terrified. Christians began rallying in defense of the
children, demanding their freedom. This blossomed into a poverty relief
campaign and donations from other countries began pouring in. Soon a
Christian revival erupted and hundreds of missionaries came to assist in
the soul harvest. Countless people came to Christ.
government grew afraid of us, paranoid that we would try to take the
country by force Slowly, almost imperceptibly, they grew intolerant. It
started as a few arrests of key Christian leaders and soon forced the
entire revival underground. But still, the fire of Christ swept the
country and more and more were saved each day.
One day I was
asked to help sort donations that had just come in. As I arrived, I saw
someone holding the poster of the five children that started everything.
I entered the building and found a long line. I got in the end of the
line and waited. As I stood there, I started feeling more and more
uneasy (I'm getting the same feeling now, even as I type). The further
and further I moved up in the line, the more I was convinced that I was
there to die.
I rounded a corner and saw my friend, Jill,
sitting against the wall, handing out posters and reminding people to
pray for the children. We had shared an apartment during our time
working in Dubai. I almost broke down right then, convinced I would
never see her again. As I bent down to hug her, I realized that she knew
Finally, I reached a table and a man sitting behind it,
marking things off on a clipboard. He pointed to little squares on the
table. Each one had a few drops of liquid on it. "Take one," he said,
"and follow the line. Don't drink it until you get into the other room."
I did as he said and continued. We filed in silently. The next room we
entered was a large reception room filled with round tables. As we
started finding places to sit, I saw more and more people that I knew
that had come to help with the mission work. I sat down and realized
that the liquid on my piece of plastic was poison.
I stood back
up and raised my square. "Friends," I began and stopped after I noticed
how shaky my voice was. An elderly couple asked me to speak up so they
"Friends." I started again, stronger this time. "I
don't know how much time we have left to together. It seems fitting that
we should end our time here on earth in the presence of God. Let us
drink together and pray."
We all raised our squares and drank the sticky sweet poison.
We prayed together, thanking God for His mighty hand and great work in
the country. We prayed as one until 20 minutes later, we all stood in
the presence of the Lord.
Dreams don't normally impress
feelings this strong on me. I don't usually think that my dreams have
meanings, but I feel like this one might. I'm still on edge from it.
Thoughts and comments are welcome.