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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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In space, Blue Planet, everything was Royal Blue, I see what is supposed to be me, land onto the planet, sort of on a hill, this is a blue cacoon, type of object, its huge. So anyway, this slides down the hill due to nothing else but gravity and erosion, I think to myself, (in the dream) how long have I been here, stuck up on that hill. Suddenly it cracks open, a mist shoots out, there is baby blue color light, in the inside. This entity that emerges is me, but this 'ME' is the exact same color as everything else. What makes this a beautiful thing is the moon of this blue planet, orbits at a slow pace and the way the light of it shines, you begin to see the inhabitants of this planet. in the cocoon, my skin is smooth in some places but then it's also of the same texture as the planet itself. All the inhabitants, have this trait on the skin. So, this entity looks over at me, she has these jewels, or crystals on her face, strategically placed to show she has to be of royalty or importance on this blue planet, she is absolutely blue and gorgeous, I speak the name Athena and wake up.

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I dreamed I was driving a Mercedes sedan and at the back of the car was full of men of God. We were talking and enjoying fellowship when all of a sudden, I saw a man sitting beside me in the passenger seat. I turned to him and shouted, "What are you doing in my car?" He said, "Oh, you didn't realize I've been traveling with you for a long time." I asked a second question, "How did you get inside my car?" He said that I parked the car somewhere under a tree and he got inside. In a loud voice, I yelled at hime: "Get out," and without a word or any struggle, he got out of the car, no questions, no struggle, and I woke up.

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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 was in the car with Latasha. She was driving, and it felt like her old Ford Taurus. It was winter, snow everywhere, and her boys were in the backseat. While she was driving, the car started to skid. It felt like we were about to hit another blue parked car, but instead, the car somehow lifted up and went over it. Right after that, we crashed hard. The front of the car was completely smashed in. During the accident, I remember staying calm. I was talking and giving instructions, trying to keep everyone steady through what was happening while the accident was happening. After the car stopped, everything went still for a moment. Latasha seemed like she was in shock just frozen. I noticed the hood of the car was badly damaged, and then it started catching on fire. There was something in the car on fire that I grabbed, and I took it outside and put it in the snow to put the fire out. Then I went into a building nearby to get help. It didn’t feel like a church at first, it felt more like a restaurant but when I went inside, I saw Natalie and Lady T at what looked like a hostess stand. I told them that Latasha had been in a bad accident. At first, Lady T misunderstood me and thought I meant something else. She said “I know” I had a conversation with her earlier about her car troubles. I had to clarify that no, we had actually just been in a real accident outside in the back. After that, I went back outside, or the scene shifted, and now Latasha was coming out crying. Christina was behind her, also crying, even though she wasn’t there during the accident.

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