Five Guys, Bikers and Cries

Dream 2-9-14

My brother-in-law, Chad, and me are driving through our old hometown of Anderson, IN. We are hungry. I think we should eat at Taco Bell. Chad thinks we should eat at Five Guys, Burgers and Fries. Chad decides that he is right. We drive to Five Guys.

We enter the restaurant, which is mostly empty with the exception of a few guests over in the corner. We walk up to the counter to give our order. We both get a burger and fries. We sit down. I overhear a girl across the room say that she wants to be a hot dog vendor. I find that fascinating because I too want to be a hot dog vendor.

We finish our food. As we walk out of the restaurant, I stop by the girls table and tell her about my hot dog aspirations. She tells me that she also wants to work in ministry. I find that incredible because I too want to work in ministry. 

Suddenly, my mother is there. She tells me how her foot is killing her and that I should pray for it.

I start to command the pain to leave her foot. The girl in the restaurant begins to pray for her as well. I ask my mom to stand and try to walk on it. She does. Her foot is healed.

We all walk out of the restaurant together. We walk behind the restaurant into a open field. As we walk, a biker gang swarms in and surrounds us. Each member of the gang has layers of cloth wrapped around their face. They seem dangerous. We make a run for our vehicles. Several men from the gang try to punch my mom. I protect her. We make it to our vehicle and drive away. The gang follows us.

Driving down the road we find that we are running out of gas. Our car starts to sputter. Driving next to us is a truck. I, being in the passenger seat, roll down my window and flag the truck down. The man in the truck lowers his window. Low and behold, it's my friend Jake. He happily decides to lend his helping hand. We climb into  his truck and drive away. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Nowhere to be Found

Dream 2-8-14

I'm in my old church.

     Pastor Bill Johnson is teaching when all of a sudden, my friend erupts into a seizure. His mom tries to subdue him as he stands up. She is unable to hold him. I help her. My friend starts to walk around the sanctuary. I follow him to make sure he doesn't get into any trouble. I try to walk him back to his seat. He aggressively fights back. He eventually comes out of his seizure and sits back down.

     At the end of the service, I walk up to Bill Johnson and say, "My kidneys have failed. I need to be healed." Bill responds with a bit of surprise. He prays for me.

Fifty yards away from the church is the church house. A house used for many purposes. I walk in and am greeted by the devil. I can't remember much of my experience in the house.

     I travel to my sisters new home. She just moved in. My sister has three kittens. The second youngest kitten, Enoch, has disappeared. We look all through the house and find nothing. We search out in the yard and find nothing. We consider the possibility that the kitten is gone. 

   
     My brother-in-law and I walk through the neighborhood calling for little Enoch. We come across some neighbor kids playing baseball. They start throwing balls at us. Strangely enough, we become friends. They offer us a ride home in their van. We agree. 

     Back at home, we introduce our new friends to our family. They then leave.  

Later on that night, my sister and I decide to drive down to the local cemetery to look for Enoch. It's dark. We get to the cemetery and realize that it's 8:03 pm and the gates are closed. So, we drive back home. Dream ends.

I wake up.