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My husband, Lou, and I are in a car and we’re on vacation. Lou is driving a small Toyota Civic and we’re in Mexico and were going to excellence or the beach we really like. As we’re driving a little truck behind us is road raging us. Lou is drinking out of a clear plastic cup and I said be careful Lou the people here are very aggressive drivers and as the truck was passing by us, he threw the cup at them. I’m like “oh my God why did you do that? You know these people here are aggressive and this car has Texas plates so they know that we’re not from around here” I starting sliding down the seat of the car. All of a sudden the little truck stops in front of us and the guys get out of the back of the truck and they throw a rake directly at the windshield towards me with the stick part. I put my foot on top of the windshield where it would come through and it bounces back at them. at this point they’re taunting us, jumping around the car acting like they’re gonna break the windows and all kind of aggressive stuff. Then they run back to their truck and get in it . I’m terrified and sink into my seat almost on the floorboard of the car. I say to Lou, “ I told you we shouldn’t have done this. We shouldn’t have come. I just wanted to go to the resort and you shouldn’t have thrown the cup at them. Lou says “ it’s gonna be fine. let’s just keep driving. I want to see the jewels they have in Mexican caves”. I had zero interest in the jewels of MX. At this point, we’re not talking but in my head I’m telling myself I don’t wanna go to this other place! I just wanna go to the beach; the road keeps getting narrow or narrower. I look over to Lou and I ask, “where are we going?” and his face changed and all I could see was two teeth. There was no human body next to me; it was literally like flesh with two front teeth and an evil smile. I had no choice. The road becomes super rocky and narrow and the sky starts getting very dark. The tiny car can barely navigate these boulders and I'm afraid we're goon g to get stuck on the road that has now become sulfurous red sand. I keep thinking “oh my God the car‘s gonna get stuck and we’re never gonna be able to get out of here. How are you gonna reverse out of here?" I begin to panic realizing we weren't going to be able to get out of this one. You couldn’t see the steam of sulfur coming out of the sand, but it was swirly sand. It was wet with rings on it and I knew like if we drove onto it, we wouldn’t be able to reverse and that’s why I was like "stop. I don’t wanna go" I knew we weren’t gonna be able to reverse out of it even though I knew we were in my four-wheel-drive vehicle, but I also knew that we wouldn’t be able to reverse because the road kept getting more narrow till there was no road. It's getting darker and darker. In the distance, I can see animals start to appear. I see an Impala. But it's not normal. It's eyes look human. There are more human animals in the distance and I’m keep saying “like I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna go. Can we go back? Can we just go back but I don’t want to keep going!” But the driver says, “I wanna show you something. I wanna show you the jewels that are down here” i start screaming “I don’t want to see the gems! I don’t wanna go!” We keep going further and further down and it continues to get darker and darker almost pitch dark. I’m screaming and screaming but the vehicle keeps going into darkness. There was no light. The only light I saw was far far in the distance, in the depths, I saw red lava bubbling and shadows of rocks and boulders. I felt like I was on a roller coaster going downward and as I looked down, I saw the gems at the bottom of the pit. I saw a boulder sized Ruby, Sapphire and Emerald. They were massive jewels that sparkled even in the darkness. I looked them, but I covered my eyes cause the darkness was so dark, I could feel my soul being torn away from my body. Then I heard the laugh of Satan in my ear. I’m start screaming, “I don’t want to go!” and he says, “but I wanna show you these things!” and I’m just screaming cause I know I’m dead. I must be! I just know I died and went to hell! the darkness rips my soul out of my body and I’m just screaming, “I don’t wanna go in!” as I'm suspended in the air above the jewels. The depths of the darkness was painful. My soul was screaming! I felt my soul being ripped away from my body. The darkness itself wrenched my soul. My soul was screaming in pain, the separation from the light broke me. I knew I was never gonna see the light of God again and it wrecked me. My soul was literally being squeezed out of my body into the darkness. It was the worst pain. I non-stopped screamed! The darkness had a darkness I'd never felt before and I shook and wailed! I woke up screaming. I wailed and shook for hours upon awaking. I kept asking why I had this dream. I didn't understand it. My whole body ached in pain and exhaustion from the shock experiencing hell. Lou awaken out of sleep from my wailing. i travailed and travailed. my comfort came from repeating the name of Jesus over and over again for hours. I remember my phone binged at 2 am . The notification said the US and Iran war had started.

I had a vivid early morning dream. At times, my view would zoom in close; other times, I saw from a wide, top-down perspective—like watching a strategic operation unfold from above. The dream began with a striking view of a group of elite, specialized soldiers—about 5 to 8 of them. They were a highly trained unit, personally chosen by their Commander-in-Chief. Their loyalty, discipline, and unwavering commitment to their mission were unmistakable. They had fought together through many hard-won battles and had developed a deep bond rooted in honor and trust. They were running across a wide, open war field, leaving behind a battleground they had just conquered. It was clear that this unit had taken much ground together over time. Though the war still raged around them, they moved with urgency and perfect formation. Scene 2: The Storm and the Fence Then the terrain shifted. Heavy rain poured in sheets from the sky, making visibility low. The ground turned into thick, slippery mud. Despite the storm, the unit stayed in harmony, never breaking stride. Eventually, they came to a gray chain-link fence—standing strangely alone in the open landscape. It clearly marked the next phase of their mission, and they were under direct orders to reach it. Their gear was soaked, their fatigues caked in mud. At the base of the fence, centered like a marker, were two shovels—placed intentionally, as if by command. Without pause, they began to dig under the fence. Each man took a turn, one digging until spent, then handing off to the next. Their goal was precise: create openings wide enough for two soldiers to slide beneath and press ahead toward a large white building visible on the other side. Scene 3: The Waiting Soldiers Once the holes were ready, two were chosen to go. They slid under the fence and ran toward the building while the others waited, huddled near the opening, still alert and battle-ready. It was then that I was shown something deeper. Each soldier in this unit carried a unique calling and specialized skill. One might be an expert in communication, another in field medicine, another in navigation or demolitions, another in intelligence or surveillance. No single soldier had it all—but together, they formed a force capable of extraordinary things. Every gift, every assignment mattered. They were more than warriors; they were a finely tuned body in motion. Scene 4: Inside the Building Inside the white building, the two soldiers were now clean and dry, standing side by side at a window. They sipped something warm—maybe tea or cocoa. Their demeanor had shifted. While their teammates remained outside in the storm, these two were at ease. Calm. Comfortable. They had forgotten the mission. Forgotten the others. Forgotten the urgency. They were half-hearted. This building had been chosen beforehand as a transitional space—a place to regroup, refocus, and prepare for the next advance. The two inside were never meant to stay. They were to make a way for the rest to move forward and get in the building. But they had grown content and detached. Scene 5: The Greater Assignment The final scene zoomed out beyond the white building. What I saw was a vast, wide-open territory still waiting to be taken. The mission wasn’t over. The building was just a checkpoint. The half-heartedness of the two risked compromising not only their comrades, but the fulfillment of a much greater Kingdom-level assignment.

In my dream,l saw myself in a community,where empty bags made of nylon and tied to the sky hover around everyone.l got hold of the bag and l touched,pulled it to confirm it truly came from the sky.A feeling l should put in some cash was erazed by my belief that it could be the handiwork of fraudsters.Suddenly while everyone gaze was up in the sky,a member of the community pulled a couple of the bag and there was a big splash.Immediately the sky opened for some hefty looking humans..while they were descending from the sky,l called for us to prepare for war.We instructed women and children to move indoors.Beside me lay a dead warrior of the community and another warriors who was alive.l beckoned on the warrior alive to lend me the sword of the dead man,only for the dead soldier to raise and gave me the sword.The war started and my oponent was very strong..after few minutes of a fight that did not produce any bloodshed,injuries or pain,we bacame friends.He told me they were sent from heaven..he called my name and said he will tell something later.l and a friend who joined us insisted he speaks...he only now told me that l may be 31 years but people see me and thinks l look older...and that the friend who joined us is suppose to help me but he is not.In reality the friend he mentioned is very poor.pls help interpret

My dream started with my brother trying to kill me in a fit of rage. I was trying to hide at a neighbor's place and was running around the entire neighborhood to save myself. Then the dream changed. And, it was my ex who was trying to kill me now. I was running around from place to place again. I changed my apartment. But, he somehow found out. Many people were helping him to find me. I was running around again. But, suddenly there was a possibility it war happening in the country we live in and somehow me, and my ex I were connected with the impending war.

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