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Communion
Last night I woke up around 4:00am from a significant dream. In it, I was in a darkened room with a bunch of people. Some sort of religious service, church of some kind. People were milling around, lining up to go and receive communion. I was having this big internal struggle about whether or not I was going to get in line and go receive the sacrament. Part of me really wanted to and was curious. Another part of me was really resistant. The resistant part was winning out and I was sitting off to the side on this cement block. As the crowd moved past me though, this priest or deacon, or maybe he was just a regular guy handed me this thing that sort of looked like a chocolate croissant. I realized he was offering me the eucharist and I accepted and ate it and felt better. I realized then that there was a woman behind him, who maybe only I saw. She was an angel of Sophia or something. And she said something to me about how it didn’t matter if you asked for it, if you sought communion. It only mattered if you accepted it, if you realized it when it came to you.
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May 18th, 2006 at 2:54 pm
Cool!
I agree with this dream woman. Jesus made it clear that the kingdom was “white for harvest.” It’s ripe for picking. It grows like a mustard plant or like yeast through bread. But some people just don’t want that. They don’t want to be part of an inclusive group. They want to choose and to exclude.
May 18th, 2006 at 9:04 pm
I can feel this dream as if i dreamt it myself; Raised catholic i made all my sacraments except the marriage and death one but i know that when i let myself ponder on the idea of the eucharist it transforms me; I havent been to church in about a year but oftentimes i get this strong urge to find this almost empty church for daily mass to find that again…whatever it is i found in recieving the eucharist…
p.s. ‘angels’ come to me in dream as well
May 19th, 2006 at 7:21 am
Awesome Bill, I was just reading about the “white for harvest” thing, (from the Book Of Mormon website) and I’m trying to understand it correctly. Hey Tim, I had this REALLY HORRID dream about a month ago. Hahaa. That’s when I really started to change my way of being. I had just come back to Jesus after a lifetime, and then I was thrown through some learning experiences. First of all Jesus told me to seek Knowledge. Which means different things to different people ofcourse. Because this kind of knowledge is like what Bill was talking about in a way of speaking.
Here I go. I went through a hugely sinful life. And yet I was born again when I was 17. Ha. So there. Hahaha. I mean, anyone willing can come back. When I did, I was told to do one more sin, by Jesus Himself. And I didn’t know why, and I didn’t want to but I did it anyway.
Then that day I lay down on the bed for a rest and I saw myself from a hawks eye point of view getting farther and farther. At first I thought it was a vision but later I realized I had seen myself in the position I took on the bed amidst my white goosedown duvet and white pillows that were all scrunched up around me I thought they looked like a kidney or brain with some human in the midst of them, that’s why I thought it was a vision. But it wasn’t, it was me seeing myself and getting further and further away untill…
I went to sleep, and I had this dream. I was inside a place, underground, and there were rooms and hallways. I was in a room which was Lucifer’s of sorts, it had mirrors everywhere. I was impressed by the way the mirrors were moving, making things appear to be alive. But I was hallucinating, and he pushed me off that trip by coming through and trying to scare me. I didn’t understand where I was. It felt like it was in real life. Then I walked out of that room into another and he was still at me trying to show me something and I wasn’t apparently hearing, or understanding it. So I was crying, because I felt so sad, and the next room I walked into was filled with spiders on the ceiling. I couldn’t even protect myself. So as the ceiling was being pulled closer down onto my head by him, I covered my head with the knitted scarf I had and just sat there and cried not able to know what would happen next. So there was mercy upon me and the ceiling went back up and a door opened and I walked out. I walked into a room were there was a guy all by himself scribbling things on pieces of paper. I tried to talk to him, because I figured maybe I’ve been too selfish and need to communicate to others, and that guy was maybe too selfish too because of fear or shyness, so I sat on his bed and just talked to him a little while. He seemed to respond a little.
Then I left his room and walked into the hallways where there was a kitchen and it seemed that person had been working in that place for a looooong time. I didn’t like it. I couldn’t see how anyone could live here. It had fake painted stone and brick walls all down the hallway, like something in LasVegas. Fake. I was transported from that place to the ocean. Yea, I was under the surface of the ocean and there was a huge boat coming this way full of people, happy laughing people, who I thought could see me. It just zoomed right past me over the surface, and then I was back again in that place. I was crying and crying. There was this skinny little old man who seemed to be blilnd, I think it was Satan. He was saying these strange words, singing them like. And I was upset with him, but when I looked at him, I wasn’t so upset anymore because he seemed to recognize me and maybe was a friend. I saw all kinds of people down there in a place sitting at tables who I thought I knew in highschool. But they were not of my kind. I felt really alone. I was back in the hallways crying and crying and then I stood in the middle of the hallway and cried out looking upwards, saying to myself, wake up wake up, please, wake up. That is when I came back, saw myself on the bed wrapped around with my goosedown duvet and white pillows, and I opened my eyes. I was so happy that it was only a dream! It started me to thinking immediately how to never end up there again! Especially for eternity. Because that strange dream just did not feel like a dream at all!
May 19th, 2006 at 7:36 am
Oh yea…that sin I was doing that day was adultery. But I’m not married. I haven’t done it since!