Dream 06/25/2015.
I went to my hometown to inform people of the judgment of God coming to this country. I went to my parents house. Two other people went with me. We rode in the same car together. They were co-workers with me and african-american.
This was the second time to my parents house. I had been received well the first time. I was received cautiously this time. The three of us went into the living room with my mother and father. After a short period, my father, who was laying on the couch, began saying, Byron, Byron, Byron, Byron, Byron. Then my mother joined in. Byron, Byron, Byron, Byron, Byron. She then said, that’s all we hear everywhere we go. People want to tell us what everyone is saying about Byron. They all think you are crazy everywhere we go. We can’t get away from it.
One of my coworkers had picked us a guitar to play. At that point I realized we were not welcome. Although they would let us stay, it is only because of common courtesy and had nothing to do with the cause of Christ. I decided we would get a hotel room instead.
We went to a hotel room to sleep for the night. It seemed like a hotel by an airport. There was a parking garage and many lanes going here and there. We parked in the parking garage and began walking to find a room. It was confusing because the hotel entrance was on the second floor. I looked up and saw my daughter standing on a balcony on the second floor. She was happy we had made it, smiled and waved to us.
Then in a vision inside the dream I saw a man’s hand with a platter on it. It was held up above the elbow and was silver. Then I heard the Lord say, “People expect me to serve the truth on a silver platter” and I woke up.
I went to my hometown to inform people of the judgment of God coming to this country. I went to my parents house. Two other people went with me. We rode in the same car together. They were co-workers with me and african-american.
This was the second time to my parents house. I had been received well the first time. I was received cautiously this time. The three of us went into the living room with my mother and father. After a short period, my father, who was laying on the couch, began saying, Byron, Byron, Byron, Byron, Byron. Then my mother joined in. Byron, Byron, Byron, Byron, Byron. She then said, that’s all we hear everywhere we go. People want to tell us what everyone is saying about Byron. They all think you are crazy everywhere we go. We can’t get away from it.
One of my coworkers had picked us a guitar to play. At that point I realized we were not welcome. Although they would let us stay, it is only because of common courtesy and had nothing to do with the cause of Christ. I decided we would get a hotel room instead.
We went to a hotel room to sleep for the night. It seemed like a hotel by an airport. There was a parking garage and many lanes going here and there. We parked in the parking garage and began walking to find a room. It was confusing because the hotel entrance was on the second floor. I looked up and saw my daughter standing on a balcony on the second floor. She was happy we had made it, smiled and waved to us.
Then in a vision inside the dream I saw a man’s hand with a platter on it. It was held up above the elbow and was silver. Then I heard the Lord say, “People expect me to serve the truth on a silver platter” and I woke up.
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