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I am in a church and the catholic priest dressed in white sprinkles blessed water on everyone. When he reaches me he pours on me all the remaining water. Then sprinkles again the second time and I do the sign of the cross. The lady in green sits beside me but I stand.Then comes back to the altar to give the final blessing. Then I carry blessed water with a small plastic bottle. Later, it's the Eucharistic adoration people mentioning baby Jesus, like remembering his life as a child. One lady in green sits looking the opposite side and head bowed and scratching her head. In real life this lady is fighting a chronic disease. I and her are in a black car, and it's moving aimlessly, I check and see she is stepping on the brakes/ crutch and I take over the rear. I am in the highway driving. And I pack it beside the road. I am all alone now. I pass by a very smart house on foot and a lady in white gives me what looks like a card.(The size of a smart card. Now I am coming out of a house and am peeling a yellow ripe banana, although I do not see myself eating.and a purple cabbage on my right hand. Am going to look where I packed the car. I see my mum along the way. I wake up still asking if I packed it very far from the church we received the blessing and am actually not concerned that I can no longer find it

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.

I was at a college/university, 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 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.

I then dreamed of being at a college/university, 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 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.

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.

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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