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On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path. I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary.

I walked into my previous church, just before the communion started. I saw the men's group preparing to honour one of their members and one to face the panel with the pastor (daddy pitan). While I was trying to understand what was going on. One of the men walked up to me and gave me squeezed money and I collected it on my left hand , Immediately my mind was like am I the one to be honoured? But while still thinking, I walked into the main church and I tried to arrange the squeezed money, as I began to arrange the money, the money became nylon note by note. Then, I went to meet the choir group, as I got there, I meant people who knew me and the twins in my current church, my secondary school friend, previous colleague at work and former pastor of a church. The twins in my church were surprised to see me and the level of welcoming I received and could not talk to me because we don't have much of a talking relationship, but for others I greeted them and exchanged pleasantries, then to the former pastor, I asked him, are you here now? He said yes, he is back and I said the last thing I heard about him was that he was leading a church somewhere and he just answered somehow. While the conversation was going on between us, I noticed it was they were pouring water. And the drum opposite was getting filled up, immediately the church water of the church got filled up and as the water drops, it became a mighty rain, and as I was trying to assist to close the tap, I noticed the leaflet in my hand got wet. So I quickly ran into the church passing through the minister section to the back of the church. Mid way to the back of the church, Pastor pitan entered the church, and began to scold a worker who was not going well. At this time, the choir has started singing . Then I woke up

1. I saw Bishop Charles Agyin-Asare, a healing evangelist, welcoming me and pointing me to a storey building nearby. Wondered what to do about this. – 1st March 2004. 2. I had a dream in which I saw Bishop Charles Agyinasare praying for many people by calling the names of diseases and commanding them to go. 3. I saw in a dream that I went to Bishop Charles to pray for me for a greater anointing. I did this twice. On the second occasion, he went and wrote his name on a piece of paper and gave it to me.Before then, on one occasion, I dreamt that Bishop Charles entered my bedroom 4. I saw in a dream Bishop Charles resting on a bed. There was a book on a shelf nearby, a big book. Nobody was interested in the book. I decided to take it. I took it and brought it to him. He said there were other books in addition, and I had to pay something for the books. I was interested in the first big book but decided to take the others and pay something. 5. I had a dream. A meeting just closed. Bishop Charles ministered. I saw him come out and carrying his bag. I called him Senior and I offered to help him with the bag. Was reluctant, but I persisted and carried it. I said I would rather carry bag of an anointed man for 5 minutes than any other thing 6.

I was walking down a hallway of a hospital, I saw two past friends who are both doctors in different countries, don’t know if we interacted, but one told the other to come with her and she took her into a restricted area. I continued down the hallway and came upon a wing of the hospital that the majority of the hospital staff did not know was retrofitted as a quarantine area. Many people were in that quarantine area mainly black foreigners. It was like the couldn’t wait to see a staff personnel that they didn’t see before to tell them all that was happening in that quarantine area. I saw a resident doctor who is senior to me and asked him to walk with me. I wanted to ask hi questions. We started walking back in the direction I came from and one of his superior’s saw him and asked him where he was going, I quickly made up an excuse for him and we continued walking. We parted ways soon afterwards and I continued walking. I opened the door and entered a room where high level government officials such as the Prime Minister of Barbados and media officials were discussing another pandemic, TV and computer screens filled the room. The looked up at me a little startled that I was there and I quickly told them ‘never mind me I am just passing through’.

I had a dream / nightmare that I was in a sci-fi sort of world / colony that had the faint structure of my house, I dont remember what prompted us to, but me and all the others in this dystopian / sci-fi / alien colony decided we had to hide from an evil entity that had arrived. I hid on the right side of my bed, laying flat on my side as quietly as possible. However I was found by the evil entity who turned out to be 2020-2023 era Marilyn Manson, dressed in a black suit. I scarcely saw his face, but I recognised his voice. He scared me and I tried to escape but he restrained me and spoke in a quiet and calming tone, convincing me to let him inject me with some type of drug in the middle of my foot. I think I recall him saying something like "Relax..." "Just let me do it.." or something along the lines of it. It was a slight prick and didn't hurt very much, I felt more and more relaxed, and now for some reason his presence was very comforting. I kissed him and hugged him, as if the drug he had administered had made me forget he was the evil entity. I felt weirdly in love with him, and dependent on him. The dream becomes hazy from here but I remember some sort of betrayal in the end, where the drug or something, maybe even him, eventually encased me in this purple balloon type structure / casing / cage which captured me forever. It was the shape of a pill and didn't even fit my legs or arms in. It was shiny, purple, and rubbery.

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