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I'm Nigerian and Igbo, I had a dream that all the Igbos in the State I was staying in right now(an igbo State) and, actually everybody, even non Igbos were being told we could no longer stay in our homes for some reason and to pack no more than 4 bags each of all our stuff and to come to a location and drop our luggage in a line, that the government would have them taken to new residence and use it to assign us to them. I think? Or something. And that we were not allowed to hold on to our luggage, that we *had* to put it down on the line, then go take a seat for the large state wide conference being held and listen to what the governor of the state had to say. The tension lay in the fact that throughout the stress of packing with the family I was living with in the dream (my cousins and aunty), entering a vehicle, and driving to the mandated location, I was terrified that this was actually a genocide. I kept on begging my Aunty and cousins to consider that this might be a genocide, or to flee the state and put our luggage in a relatives house in a neighboring state. They did not listen until the last possible moment, when I thought up and suggested the latter, by then we had already reached and dropped our luggage, and a female army soldier had appeared nearby and was watching us, so we had to leave it be. Another thing is on the drive there we would see things that in the logic of the dream, could have pointed to this being a genocide. One being a tree that we passed that may or may not have been a species that "usually" grew due to the circumstances that could be caused by a pogrom in dream logic, eg excess blood in the soil or the smoke of burnt human remains in the atmosphere or something like that. But it was never spoken out loud only suspected, so whether this was true in the dream isn't certain. secondly on 2 occasions I would see hills in the distance just absolutely *covered* in trash, sometimes with small piles of trash burning. And i would suspect whether the trash was actually the belongings and luggage we were submitting to the federal government. This one out of fear for such an outright confirmation was kind of doubted immediately by me. When sitting down for the conference, closest to the stage where the governor was speaking, a Hausa man in this dream, it was at a point where it was kind of up to the mechanics of my brain whether this dream would turn out to be something else or indeed a genocide. And in the dream I was either subconsciously or consciously but partially aware of this fact, it was why the 3 instances of evidence for genocide were being doubted with hope in the first place. So every word the governor would say had me on the edge of my seat hoping my dream would come in and provide a different explanation, soon a different scenario. One of the bases of my hope being the blatantly lower class Hausa people also standing around in the crowd because they live in the state too so had also been forced to leave their homes. Because in real life such drastic antagonistic action would never be taken with their own tribe in the direct crossfire. Either the Hausas in the government favoured their population, or betrayed them class-wise in a way that could be spun as justifiable. Anyways it was during this speech that I woke up. My heart was pounding so hard I expected it to be painful and causing some other physical reaction (the same way stomach aches are accompanied by nausea and a need to defecate). It got under control though, and I immediately started typing this.

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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.

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I walked into what seemed like a restaurant or building, and it was almost as if I was on a movie set because I was being directed in a sense?…the floor was very unstable, like 1x1 tiles, but made out of plastic/glass that wobbled as I walked. Below me I saw a nude woman in darkness, and felt temptation because she was almost welcoming me to look? Not sure where I was headed, but the way I was distracted by this, I felt like I had to cut scene and restart through the entrance. So exiting the door, it was as if I was outside the restaurant, but still within the building. Like a big building with 2 floors. I remember seeing it as like white marble with gold trim, but in the afternoon while the sun is going down. While still within the building, someone else I didn’t know was going to walk into the restaurant, but me and some other men who were there stopped her from going in. I “woke up (not sure if I did),” and I realized how sinful it was to be there! I felt sick to my stomach, and realized I was being tempted by the devil!! I rebuked what I saw, not agreeing to it! Then I went back to sleep. I then dreamed of being at a college/university scene, people all around walking to their destination. I was feeling so down and discouraged walking to my room. As I walked down the stairs, someone I knew (didn’t recognize at the time but could be my new brother in Christ that just prayed for me via text to voice last night) stopped me because he noticed I wasn’t OK. He asked if he could pray for me, and I agreed. As I closed my eyes as he was praying, I felt oil pour over me—specifically my face, even going into my mouth down my chin. I had to swallow some of it. I can still taste the bitterness. After this taste I woke up feeling restored/empowered.

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i am male, 74 years old. In my dream my wife and I have ridden our motorcycle out of town to get new tires on it. While the tires are getting changed, my wife has some things she wants to do so she goes on her way. I'm walking around town and happen to see my brother and wife, my sister and husband, and my nephew. I show them some pictures on my cell phone. I decide to call my wife and find out where she is but I can not get out of the photo app on my phone. I ask my nephew to help because he is good with technology. He is not able to get out of the photo app either. He reboots the phone and it is still stuck on the photo app

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I have dreamed that I was going to the school middle school to go and get some soup that someone had left for me and I got lost in the new elementary school so I had to get instructions on how to get there and the old high school secretary was it anyways she led me through some hallways through the new school to the cafeteria. It was full of children eating food, It felt weird because i thought all the kids were staring at "the older kid in elementary school". She took me into the back where everyone had their coats on hooks.into the back to give me A 6-pack beer container that only had 3 beers in it and some of the soup that I was looking for then she took me into or she followed me into the parking lot where she lit up a smoke in the lot for a minute as I put the stuff in the car, it was nighttime at this point and I guess now she ran Off because the Post Office guy drove by and I guess in my brain because he works for the government and she does to you like she didn't want to get caught outside so she ran away and then all these people start showing up that I knew from a long time ago starting with one person then Rachael the girl from my science class, whom of which I gave a half hug with my left arm. Her arms were full so it was kinda like my head get pushed into her left shoulder. She was wearing a blue fluffy jacket. I asked Rachel how come she always shows up randomly in my life. and there was Britney Watson or maybe a 3 palms kid and we were all sitting in these chairs in a big circle outside in there was one other girl that I knew by can't remember exactly what her name was and is other people are too but I can't remember and then it was a pretty good conversation nice positive. It felt like they all came just for me, though I simply sat and listened to what they had to say. Just typical group chatter of highschool kids. and then it's switch to me be in the shower and I was talking to chef Gordon Ramsay about over hard eggs he waa trying to smack me because the term overhard was not acceptable, the shower curtain got all messed up, I was thinking how it needed to be fixed. Standing there naked In front of Gordon Ramsey in my trailer park shower didnt bother me I. The slightest, but I thought about how it should of and then he got Duke splaining how it needs to be soft and moist and not over hard, I actually pictured what he was describing quite well, I remember thinking he was absolutely right, hard chaukly over cooked eggs are the worst and I was like it's just a preference but we are actually talking about eggs Benedict and I agreed with them that they shouldn't be hard for eggs Benedict but really we were just arguing about words and definitions.

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5/26/26, 4:56 am Last night before going to sleep I asked God for dreams to show me something in the spirit realm... Anything He wanted to show me... The dream I had was about "masking personalities and swapping destines" or something like that... I remember seeing Duke there (my daughter's younger brother, from another mother that I helped raise his first few years of life), or having swapped into his personality or something... The dream was intensely vivid, but all over the place and a little confusing... It was more like being in the spirit realm than just a dream message... There were multiple parts to the dream, but it was like jumping from portal to portal in the dream... The first part with masking personalities was like, being in a family at someone's house... In order to be in the family we did some kind of personality spirit swap. It was more than just masking but that's how it started until we/our spirits literally transitioned into the other person's body... I was in one of the other child siblings' bodies... There were evil people in the family that we were trying to hide from and protect ourselves by swapping identities. It's how we kept the evil people from identifying us and finding us, from locating us. Then we needed to swap back into ourselves and it was like we became stuck in these other vessels, but it was killing our spirit... We were slowly suffocating inside that person's body until our spirits were dead and we fully embodied this other person ... Kind of like in the movie Ghost. The way we got out of this body was by remembering something genuine about who we were before we swapped or jumped into the other person's body. We had to remember something specific about our original personality and say it out loud and enact it... I specifically kept remembering D'Ana's younger brother Duke and myself... I remembered I was a fun quirky girl, unbothered by people... He started to remember he was a sweet and kind little boy full of light and love. Then we started swapping into our own bodies again... But the dream was extremely jerky... As if I was literally gasping for air in my sleep as I was being transported from body to body trying to find my own as I watched this family scene from multiple other people's bodies... Then I was in some sort of a fight scene but it was more mystical or fantastical. Like I was roaming the streets of some other world and there were lions and wolves roaming about. As well as these ninja type looking guys that were looking for a fight. No matter who I walked by everyone or every animal wanted to fight. But I knew what was coming before it happened, so I was able to see in the spirit the move or strike that was coming next each time and I was able to block it or counter act it. At one point there was 1 lion that saw me and came to attack me. Somehow instead of running I was ready to face it, even if I was going to be wounded by it. I had a knife in my hand and I fought off each of its paw strikes that it tried to slash me with. It backed off but then a group of lions came to attack me. The first one was all scrawny, thin, dried out, slightly discolored or dark, moved slow. The next group of lions were still scrawny but were bright blond colored, almost like a glowing white color. They all came at once and somehow instead of being over taken out eaten by them I fought them all off in hand-to- paw combat until they got tired of me and left. The whole dream was like that. Everything or everyone that came to fight me couldn't win. I didn't necessarily beat them to a pulp, but I out lasted them and countered everyone of their attacks, until they got weary and left me alone. Then I woke up.

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I was at the office where I actually worked for 25 years. I was at my desk and there was lots of work in my tray that needed to be done. My boss was in her office and thought I couldn’t actually see her face, more work was being brought out to me. There were many legal sized yellow folders brought out to me; stacks of them. I felt a little overwhelmed at how much there was. I took one of the folders and looked inside at the stack of papers. On top of the stack was a photograph of myself when I was a teenager about 13 or 14 years old. I actually have this photo. I was wearing a deep yellow turtleneck sweater. I wondered why it was there and what it had to do with all the work I had to do. The other papers in the folder were turned face down. There was one piece of paper that had some writing on it however I wasn’t able to read it in the dream. As I stared at the photo of myself I began to wake up from the dream. I have had several dreams of being in this same work place with the same boss and work being given to me through the years. The boss in the dream always appears to be the person I actually worked for. I was her administrative assistant for years working at the bank Citigroup. This time the amount of work was far more than in any of the other dreams and I was curious about all the legal file folders and why the photo of me as a teenager?

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