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  1. I feel I had been well prepared, I feel strong and very fit and ready to race. I am with a small group of runners and I want to join the group. I ask them "where do I go to join?" and I don't remember getting a response. I notice how lean, muscular, and well prepared they are, they have runners legs as I do but they are professionals and I'm not. Everyone including me have on running shoes without socks on (didn't see any) and we all have a big red dot just above the outside of our heal below the ankle. Then, I notice her, a ragged girl with torn, dirty clothes, really stinky feet, and no shoes, and no red dot. I don't think I liked her very much. She was trying to join the race but she wasn't prepared at all and she smelled so bad from her stinky feet

    I feel bad that I looked down on the girl in my dream because I don't know who she was and it was just not something I want to do to someone.

  2. Daisy, this dream reminds me of the dream about your husband being shot 3 times! Being thrown under the bus - being talked about, Eminem and the boss - the authority, the wrongful deeds on authority part - something they should have been able to clear up

    Instead both you and your husband had been thrown under the bus and took some heat.

  3. Last night I had this part of a dream:

    Dead (or so they looked) killer bees (in my dream it was said they were bees but they really looked more like wasps in body shape, they were black and yellow) lay strewn all over the ground, thousands of them, frozen from the cold and seemingly dead. There was a voice narrating but I don't remember what it said (something vague about them thawing?). I kicked on of them and I was afraid it would come back to life. The bee even stirred a little after I had kicked it really hard and sent it off a little ways.

    I'm wondering if this has anything to do with "sticking you hand in the wasp nest"?

  4. I was observing this dream, not participating.

    In a big scholarly and impressive library/study with French doors and high ceiling, dark mahogany wood book shelves going to the ceiling and big study desk. It was an impressive home study.
    A black man, his son and wife were in the study. The son had just had a private conversation with his mother about having his father fund something. The son was worried about the father's reaction. I don't remember what the son was needing the money for at first.
    The son goes up to his father and the father grabs the sons arm just above the wrist, squeezes him with a vice like grip and squeezes very hard, and gives the son a very cruel and calculated look and says coldly and cruelly, "does that hurt?". He lets go and walks behind his desk. There are some papers on his desk that are business financial approval papers. There is a list going down the paper for different businesses and financial matters, each one had 2 boxes next to them.
    The last one said 1,000$ education loan, which is what the son wanted. The father stamps the right box with "approved", the left box was left "denied" box was left blank.

  5. 1st thing I remember is looking into my "sister's" eyes and looking through some clear fluid that was somewhat brownish and cloudy (like lake water that isn't totally crystal clear). I was looking through her eyes (literally) but seeing through them out and looking at a swimming pool. I mentioned that the fluid was clear but hesitantly because I could see but it was still a little cloudy.
    Looking at the pool through her eyes instantly brought us to the pool. The pool had a huge cut out of the United States, in the middle of the pool taking up over half of it. The map was under the water and each "state" was a different color (I didn't see any particular state or their real borders) and I told her in an excited or surprised way that the map wasn't as deep as it had been, which I saw in remembrance (something like that). I soon found out that the map was a puzzle and pieces started falling off and floating down. I got into the pool, stood on the map, and grabbed down at the pieces with my toes and put them back into their places but it seemed futile. It was slowly crumbling. I don't remember if I dove into the water or not.

    My sister seems to be a "friend" now (someone else) with little boys, toddlers. I seem to have driven a long ways to see her. I'm out of the pool now and talking to her about driving back home. I'm imagining the traffic and that it was dusk, and also that it was Sunday and if I leave now I would have no traffic but hours and hours of driving. If I left the next day I would have to battle traffic with hours of driving. I notice that there are dangerous gangs around her neighborhood and they murder people. I imagine that if they were going to shoot me, would it be best to have them shoot me at my brain stem and I imagined that all my nerves in my body would be shooting with pain. The friend wants to show me a house they bought across the street, they had fixed it up. We stand at the front door, the porch light is on because it's dusk, and the front door is very nice! The door was, warm dark brown, lacquered, solid wood and elaborately carved. Wow, it was beautiful! She opens the door. The door opens into the kitchen and we go inside. The kitchen is a warm tangerine orange and it's a huge awesome kitchen and then I walk through loving it! The kitchen was not separate from the dining room and the wall continued on from the wall cupboards. So, as I was loving the orange of the kitchen I saw the other part of the kitchen and noticed it too was orange but different shade, a pumpkin orange and that's when I said "I love the oranges!". In that part of the kitchen just past the wall cupboards there was a dark blue ornament hanging on the wall and some other ornament (blue is the opposite of orange). This dining area was another kitchen complete with it's own cabinets and stove!! I'm loving the warm inviting kitchens with their well placed dimmer, warm, comforting lighting. We walk on into another room and it's another kitchen! This time all I notice is that it had a gas range, the cabinetry was was white painted metal. The doors of the cabinets had glass panes. What I really noticed was it looked like someone had taken a knife and engraved deep horizontal slash lines, about 3 all close together. I noticed that there were several engraved just like that all down that area of the counter or door of the cabinet. Now my sister is there too and I say to them in a concerned way, that some of those hoodlums did that. The sister didn't seem to think so or was unsure. She opened the cupboard door (which had the glass pane in it) and I could see a lot more slashes along the shelves.

    I don't remember anything else after that.

  6. Last night I had a dream that got my heart beating!
    I was outside at night. Looking around don't remember why. found a little pile of stuff on the dark ground and there was my little keychain flashlight. Turned it on, shined it around to make sure all was safe and clear. turned around and shined the light into a small grove of trees in the distance. I see eyes!! The eyes were shining from light shine and they were at grass level. They rose and the thing was a bear and it started right for me! I ran into the house and decided to slam and shut that door first because that's where the sleeping children were. Then I looked around and had to decide quickly which door to slam next, there were so many! The back door was open and a side door was open and the bear was coming straight towards the back door. I woke up before the bear even got close to the building! The door I did get closed and locked was a heavy steel door! I don't recall that it was my house, it was just a house/building with kids sleeping inside.

    This is the first dream I've ever had where a bear wanted to attack. So far, I have been chased by wolves, black panthers, lions, Nazis, bad guys, and a hooded witch/demon.

    I'm wondering if this has anything to do with last night before I got home, check out my bundle of green grass dream. I think the bear was a demon because it really didn't have a form that showed in the light, it was just a black form but in my mind, in the dream, I knew it was a bear.
    What would a demon be representing by calling itself a bear or a black panther?

  7. Lionheart, PRAISE FATHER!!! I had to go back and re-read and I am amazed

    One thing I realize is that this isn't the first time that God has revealed a dream to me but it is the first of it's kind for Him to reveal it like this.
    It's different in that it wasn't prophetic in that it wasn't about an event, but that He took me to a place that He would use to show me! It's amazing how He led me to think about the images in the water in a progressive way that ended perfectly with a direct confirmation by a pastor speaking on the radio at the perfect time! Just like a teacher lead their students to the correct conclusion.
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